I wrote this while living in Western N.C. near Asheville but thinking about my hometown in the piedmont N.C.
lyrics
Here I have lived where the mountains tower up close to God in the western sky
Here I have lived in the steaming city where the hungry cry
Here I have lived where the thunder rumbles in the streets and underground
Where the poor boy seeks some solace in the poetry he's found
Here I have lived
Here I have lived with the criminal, the pauper and the hunted too
Here I have run to the sound of lightning down a dead end highway turning blue
Here I've slept with silent angels, here I've wrestled with the dark
Here I've come of age as a young man, here I've returned when I lost the spark
Here there are friends as old as I am
Here there are enemies older still
Here there are ghosts on every corner
Here there are many holes to fill
Here there are souls lost in the silence
Of an Indian summer's sky
Here there are old folks busy being born, young folks who have died
Here there are stories rich for telling in the diners and the bars
Here there's a cleansing of the conscience in a walk beneath the stars
Here I have lived in the steaming city with the beauty of the little lives
Here I have howled and cried to laughter, here I have lived
Here I will die
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