It’s a quite morning in the old town once called home, so here I sit, always alone
The people are the same, their faces remain unchanged
I’ve walked these street at 4 in the morning, right before the day was dawning
Many memories have been shared, many of which I showed that brief truth that I did care
Lot’s are happy with their lives, none stopping to question or ask the why’s
An imagined sense of peace they have found, this is priceless and can;t be attained by any amount of rupees, dollars or pounds
Breathe, calm your soul, take it all in because eventually you’ll be nothing more than a once faded memory lost in the wind.