Childhood Impressions (version 2.0)

No matter how far I go
I always carry a part of Indiana
Memories of a deep green forest with ancient trees
Flowers as beautiful as love
The legends and the heritage
A rustic old barn
Chill Indiana nights
A field of wildflowers
The dreams, the potential
Of a life just started
Everything was wide, all was huge
Hope was abundant,
For a child with such sweet dreams
Looking back it's these bittersweet impressions,
that last
It's in my blood
I long to visit again one day
I was born far to the west
But this land-
Is what left the impressions
The impressions of people, places and things-
Within others,
Is the immortality
Here's to the immortality of Indiana
and those I've loved and lost