Suburbia

I live in a suburb that's kind of nice,
But it seems to me that I do everything twice;
I was born with a faith that lets me love on,
And celebrate a goal on dream that in life I've won.

Suburbia is a place in the midst of a town.
A part of a city which can be up or down;
Suburbs are found in the place that we live,
That we call suburbia and which we should receive and give.

This is what I live so I stay in my suburb,
Except when I travel but return and it's superb;
It's a place that fills the spot of what you get yes to,
And it dwells on my mind till I find out it's true.

Now there not much time in this hustle and bustle,
Though when the wind blows you can hear the leaves rustle;
Suburbia is famous for its houses and streets,
Where the lights and the cars seem to end up and meet.

I think that suburbia is not a bad place at all,
Where people can meet and find a neighbour to call;
So what or the crowding and children so small,
Can the man of the house remain and stand tall.

For the day is spent with the women at home,
While the man's away working to never more roam;
They've met and they're settled now never to part,
As long as their God can put love in their heart.