I am from Winnipeg,

that I rather be from here,

other than from...

New York or Los Angeles.

Because I'm a prairie son at heart.

I dream of dreams,

Where wheat-tails,

trace for fields of gold.

It is here, 

Where my dreams are prayers as answered.

And the longing for daylight serves,

each time the sun graces its place.

A place wherever there is, 

is a blue sky found

by the eyes of its maker.

My heart will always live here.

The prairies is who I am.

That candle flickering,

its guiding light.

The flame glows,

out in a dark dark world,

as breeze whispering in your ear.

How beautiful life on the Manitoba prairies,

will always be.

- Marco