We are told the world is so big,
With immeasurable opportunity and heedless hope.
But it's not, its so small;
It's so so small.
It's the house in your street,
The school where you learn.
It's the tree - the one you grew up playing around,
And the off-road trails that hold memories you'll never forget.
It's the cobblestoned streets and your mother's arms;
It's your city and you'll never truly leave.