My daddy he is grounded like the oak tree
My momma she is as steady as the sun
Oh, you know I love my folks, but I keep starin' down the road,
Just lookin' for my one chance to run
Hey, 'cause I will soar away like the blackbird
I will blow in the wind like a seed
I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams
And I will grow up where I want, wild and free
~Sara Evans~
Fillmore, California--The last small town in Southern California. (Trust me, they're no lying. I almost felt like I was in Kouts...except for the mountains and trains and stuff.)
posted by Michelle @ 4:47 PM
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