I never believed in Minnesota Nice until I came here
I just thought the kindness I finally found would be the norm in all artistic communities
I have high hopes for things like that since I'm basically just a wide-eyed optimist
And now, those wide eyes of mine are simply used to teeming with tears
Here is not a home for me
In childhood I never had a home, yet unlike most, high school was my sanctuary
And now when I hear the song I was prescribed by a dear friend of mine
I realize how true every word rings, though I never expected it
Every night all I want is to sing 'Hometown Glory'
But because of the atmosphere that surrounds me, I'm back to being afraid to sing
And I cannot let this happen.
I will not be silenced by such a thing as hatred, for my beloveds back home are not.
If they can be strong and push and fight and win against the small pockets of evil left at home
I can be strong and push and fight and win against the evil that infiltrates this wicked little town.
I'm here for a reason, and though it's ostentatious to think I can wipe out bigotry
I can do my own things to fight back.
This is one of those things,
For "Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing."
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