2. FROM THE SOUTH By Austin Arnold

3. I am form the crowded streets, From the large house with many memories, And the multiple cars parked around, In the same place since two thousand one.

4. With dirt in my face and mud on my legs, from the seat on a lawn mower to a comfy couch, on a hot sunny Saturday sitting in the sun, working from dusk till dawn.

5. Down south where the peaches grow sweet, To the edge of the water on a Florida coast, Visiting the one I rarely see, And visiting the ones I seem to meet too often.

6. Down deep I miss the ones that subjugated out of my life, The old man with a gold cane and blood for survival, To the old lady with a heart that shines similar to the sun, From the two who were meant to be.

7. Down to the ones who are the say of me, To the one I will always see, And to the ones who I can dream of seeing, From fishing line to the old cars of years passing.

8. Down south where I was born, To the school where it all began, From the three years that went to fast, Now to the school where I'm like an alien, To where I am now in a perfect place with my family.