I like to remember, what I did back home,
the good the bad the happy and times when I was alone.
So many memories that I well remember.
the day that I was very sad we left in late September.
On the train I felt the pain that I'll realize in years to come,
when I came back to face the fact everything I wanted to remember is none.
I came back to where I was born everything now has changed,
my heart was ripped and torn
family say living here nothing has been gained.
Things I see years later differ now I'm not as young,
I see things real differently and I feel Im the only one.
I finish my visit it comes to an end,
Its amazing just to thingk I still remember then.
