These grey skies are home to me.nThe cityscape has become something I long to see.nDriving home from the west side can you feel the bitter pride?nIt can't be washed away so easilynThe lines breathe life where you couldn't see:nRight in front of your eyes.nWe had this city to ourselves.nStanding on high-bars, with the Genesee under our feet.nI'm home, in the flower city.nYou have my heart. You have our hearts.