Fluer-De-Lis

The sun is slow to set,

As winter gives way to spring.

All around me I see smiles,

Of the newly renewed faces

Of the people of Fluer-de-lis.

I see the spreading lawn

Of blue and blue shades.

And the smile I fake,

No longer has the strength to stay.

Now it is spring.

Give Me Back My Hometown – Eric Church