My neighborhood,
full of natural scenery,
flowers,
cafes,
homes
and parks.I dwell in my little home,
with my friends, I spend the day,
and with my parents, I spend the night.Scarcely, a street
with barely four houses,
with one cafe,
and one shop.I stand and look down on the village,
with its simplest street.
The wind comes upwards,
and stirs the grass at my feet.I watch my mates dash out to play,
from my window,
with sadness in my eyes.
They were so full of life,
while I was so dead.I have your memories,
oh, village,
your nightmares,
and your wishes.But the day,
I would leave the village,
I would miss all of this.
It would be home sweet home,
indeed.©tomiajg🖤