The trees they whisper softly
Within the fields, I played
The river runs as always
Gold memories conveyed
Buildings torn and raised
Skyline unknown to eyes
Yet the old oak is still standing
Silhouette of sunset skies
This used to be my playground
Now I walk an older man
Back then the days were endless
We had no lifelong plan
No train to catch to work
Just be home my dark
No rules to live by back then
Our world it was the park
The paint adorns the walls
Graffiti is here still
But the words are oh so meaningless
Whatever happened to ‘skill‘?
Since then I’ve travelled far and wide
All corners of the earth
Yet no place will ever mean more to me
Than the place that saw my birth
