Carry the Baton, Beavercreek

There was a road before we traveled it, A town before our name. Someone built the first front porch, Someone struck the first small flame. They couldn't know our faces, Couldn't know the lives we'd lead. They simply left us something And trusted what we'd be. Every generation gets a little while, A stretch of road beneath an Ohio sky. We open up the doors in the morning, Turn the lights out late at night. We raise our kids and build our businesses, Wave when neighbors wander by. And somewhere in those ordinary moments, We're writing history without knowing why. A community isn't something That belongs to you or me. It's something placed into our hands For the people yet to be. Carry the baton, Beavercreek, Carry it strong, carry it true. Someone carried it here before us, Someday we'll hand it on too. Through every change and every challenge, Through every dream that brings us home, We're only holding it for a little while— Then we pass the baton. There's history in the corner stores, In the fields and neighborhood streets. In the people building something small, And the families that they meet. There are newcomers writing chapters, There are names we've always known. Every one becomes a thread In the place that we call home. And years from now they'll look behind them At the choices that we made. What did we keep? What did we change? What did we choose to save? Carry the baton, Beavercreek, Carry it strong, carry it true. Someone carried it here before us, Someday we'll hand it on too. Through every change and every challenge, Through every dream that brings us home, We're only holding it for a little while— Then we pass the baton. Maybe history isn't monuments. Maybe it isn't names carved into stone. Maybe history is a Friday night When neighbors simply showed up. A child laughing. A vendor working. A family standing together. Ordinary people making an ordinary day worth remembering. When another generation Walks these roads we leave behind, May they find we gave them something Worth carrying through their time. Not everything will look the same. It was never meant to stay that way. But may they recognize the heart of this place In what we chose to save. CARRY THE BATON, BEAVERCREEK! Carry it strong, carry it true! Someone carried it here before us, Now the next mile belongs to you. Through every change and every challenge, Through every story yet to come, We're only holding it for a little while— THEN WE PASS THE BATON! Pass it on! Pass it on! Carry the baton! Pass it on! Pass it on! One community. One generation... to the next. Beavercreek, Ohio. Pass it on.