I am from back roads
From summer nights and bonfires
I am from the middle of nowhere,
amongst the thousands of cornfields.
I am from the township of Paris.
With the lullaby of trains on the tracks,
and rain sprinkling on the roof.

I am from love, unconditionally.
from Anne Marie and Gregory.
I’m from strong and sensitive.
From the backbone of family.

I’m from bare feet, bee stings
and country music
I am from the smell of freshly cut grass, and the rumbling of Dad’s motorcycle.

I am from Indiana and Ohio. I am loved from West Virginia, Colorado, and Texas.
I’m from peach cobbler and custard pie.
I am from the years of laughs, countless trips to Dairy Queen and “Back in my day…” stories of my Papa.
I’m from the helping hand, the protectiveness, and the guidance of my Grammy.
I am from the paint strokes and the smell of brownies baking of my Grandma.
I am from the bear hugs and huge heart of my Grandpa.

I am from family dinners and dates with my best friends. I am from movie nights with my Mom, and early mornings with my teachers.
I am from Southeast High School, from Pirate Country.
I am from memories and smiles, hugs and laughs. From knee slaps and wiped tears.
From growing up, and from facing my fears.
I am from strength.
I am from love.
I am from happiness.

I am From…

I am from back roads
From summer nights and bonfires
I am from the middle of nowhere,
amongst the thousands of cornfields.
I am from the township of Paris.
With the lullaby of trains on the tracks,
and rain sprinkling on the roof.

I am from love, unconditionally.
from Anne Marie and Gregory.
I’m from strong and sensitive.
From the backbone of family.

I’m from bare feet, bee stings
and country music
I am from the smell of freshly cut grass, and the rumbling of Dad’s motorcycle.

I am from Indiana and Ohio. I am loved from West Virginia, Colorado, and Texas.
I’m from peach cobbler and custard pie.
I am from the years of laughs, countless trips to Dairy Queen and “Back in my day…” stories of my Papa.
I’m from the helping hand, the protectiveness, and the guidance of my Grammy.
I am from the paint strokes and the smell of brownies baking of my Grandma.
I am from the bear hugs and huge heart of my Grandpa.

I am from family dinners and dates with my best friends. I am from movie nights with my Mom, and early mornings with my teachers.
I am from Southeast High School, from Pirate Country.
I am from memories and smiles, hugs and laughs. From knee slaps and wiped tears.
From growing up, and from facing my fears.
I am from strength.
I am from love.
I am from happiness.

I am From…

I am from back roads
From summer nights and bonfires
I am from the middle of nowhere,
amongst the thousands of cornfields.
I am from the township of Paris.
With the lullaby of trains on the tracks,
and rain sprinkling on the roof.

I am from love, unconditionally.
from Anne Marie and Gregory.
I’m from strong and sensitive.
From the backbone of family.

I’m from bare feet, bee stings
and country music
I am from the smell of freshly cut grass, and the rumbling of Dad’s motorcycle.

I am from Indiana and Ohio. I am loved from West Virginia, Colorado, and Texas.
I’m from peach cobbler and custard pie.
I am from the years of laughs, countless trips to Dairy Queen and “Back in my day…” stories of my Papa.
I’m from the helping hand, the protectiveness, and the guidance of my Grammy.
I am from the paint strokes and the smell of brownies baking of my Grandma.
I am from the bear hugs and huge heart of my Grandpa.

I am from family dinners and dates with my best friends. I am from movie nights with my Mom, and early mornings with my teachers.
I am from Southeast High School, from Pirate Country.
I am from memories and smiles, hugs and laughs. From knee slaps and wiped tears.
From growing up, and from facing my fears.
I am from strength.
I am from love.
I am from happiness.

I am From…

I am from back roads
From summer nights and bonfires
I am from the middle of nowhere,
amongst the thousands of cornfields.
I am from the township of Paris.
With the lullaby of trains on the tracks,
and rain sprinkling on the roof.

I am from love, unconditionally.
from Anne Marie and Gregory.
I’m from strong and sensitive.
From the backbone of family.

I’m from bare feet, bee stings
and country music
I am from the smell of freshly cut grass, and the rumbling of Dad’s motorcycle.

I am from Indiana and Ohio. I am loved from West Virginia, Colorado, and Texas.
I’m from peach cobbler and custard pie.
I am from the years of laughs, countless trips to Dairy Queen and “Back in my day…” stories of my Papa.
I’m from the helping hand, the protectiveness, and the guidance of my Grammy.
I am from the paint strokes and the smell of brownies baking of my Grandma.
I am from the bear hugs and huge heart of my Grandpa.

I am from family dinners and dates with my best friends. I am from movie nights with my Mom, and early mornings with my teachers.
I am from Southeast High School, from Pirate Country.
I am from memories and smiles, hugs and laughs. From knee slaps and wiped tears.
From growing up, and from facing my fears.
I am from strength.
I am from love.
I am from happiness.

I am From…

I am from back roads
From summer nights and bonfires
I am from the middle of nowhere,
amongst the thousands of cornfields.
I am from the township of Paris.
With the lullaby of trains on the tracks,
and rain sprinkling on the roof.

I am from love, unconditionally.
from Anne Marie and Gregory.
I’m from strong and sensitive.
From the backbone of family.

I’m from bare feet, bee stings
and country music
I am from the smell of freshly cut grass, and the rumbling of Dad’s motorcycle.

I am from Indiana and Ohio. I am loved from West Virginia, Colorado, and Texas.
I’m from peach cobbler and custard pie.
I am from the years of laughs, countless trips to Dairy Queen and “Back in my day…” stories of my Papa.
I’m from the helping hand, the protectiveness, and the guidance of my Grammy.
I am from the paint strokes and the smell of brownies baking of my Grandma.
I am from the bear hugs and huge heart of my Grandpa.

I am from family dinners and dates with my best friends. I am from movie nights with my Mom, and early mornings with my teachers.
I am from Southeast High School, from Pirate Country.
I am from memories and smiles, hugs and laughs. From knee slaps and wiped tears.
From growing up, and from facing my fears.
I am from strength.
I am from love.
I am from happiness.