The nostalgia for the past in the migrant remain
To walk on the streets of the hometown again
And meet once dear friends he or she has not met for years
The yearn for the past lives in you though for it you have shed your last tears
In the death of the body nostalgia in the migrant only does die
Those who do tell you different believe their own lie
Nostalgia may lessen as the years go by
Though some migrants this are willing to deny
The past in reality is in the forever gone
But the good memories of what was in the mind lingers on
That nostalgia dies before you die is not exactly true
For as long as you live it will live on in you
On your flights of fancy on a hometown street
Some of your friends of the past again you do meet.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
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