Fern Beard

In the beginning, we all start as a tiny seed
Then a tender sprout
With water, light, and the hope of love
We grow up towards the skies above

The streets of our town like garden rows
That reach so high in the city's glow
With climbing vines and tendrils strong
The sun comes up and the sun goes down

We're gonna take this town back
We're gonna take this town back