Once called home

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.


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