The Finest Town

From the album “TRUTH”.

Every town begins with people.

A poet who speaks hard truths.
A farmer who reads the seasons.
A builder who shapes shelter from stone.

They don’t need permission to create.
They work with time, earth, and words,
carving out a life that’s solid, rooted, and their own.
But over time, the rules change.

Words are measured for tone, not truth.
Soil is regulated more than nurtured.
Homes are redrawn by decree, not design.

New laws arrive like marching feet.
New ideals replace old understanding.
New voices say it’s for the greater good,
but it feels like something is being taken.

Tradition fades into slogans.
Ownership dissolves into policy.
Freedom is repackaged as shared compliance.

Hope remains, but hollowed.
Smiles still flash, but behind tired eyes.
The dream persists, but under surveillance.

This song begins in that quiet unraveling,
when identity is still spoken,
but no longer owned.

This is about the slow replacement of meaning with appearance.
This is The Finest Town.