Tacoma

Tacoma is so far away now300 miles between me and those memoriesI look out the window and all that reminds me of that lifeIs the occasional rainfall...the gray day that sticks like glue to your bonesIt isn't until I hear the familiar voice-one of longing-That my heart returns to TacomaHe says he's so proud. I'm the only one who made itI'm the only one to leave Tacoma behindBut his voice is sad-regretful he too never made itI barely did...it took strength...and pain, lot's of painNo support from within-only guilt and angerI tore 18 years of living, of confusion from me.To love was to hate in Tacoma...The City of Destiny-It's a city where dreams exist in our hearts but not in  our handsBut how can you truly leave a city that is deep in your soulEven when a dream bigger than Tacoma calls youYou must turn your face to the rain and runBefore the city can change your mind...But few leave TacomaThey're called statistics-And someday I'll returnI will return to that Tacoma and I will pull them from the gray