Few things in life ever does seem to last
And in memory all migrants are only linked to the past
Of faces and places they may never more see
This is all they retain of the what used to be
Today they may feel strangers in their first hometown
On old streets they often did walk up and down
And some of the locals of her or him may even say
This person must be a visitor from far away
The children you played games with in the schoolyard lunch break far away
You wonder about them where they might be today
Young as they were in your memory they remain
Though today you may not recognize them if you meet them again
Eventually we all become victims of time
And in memory you can only return to your physical prime
We can only learn from the past since the past it has gone
And the clocks on our lives ever keep ticking on
Eventually time becomes everyone's foe
All migrants have only memories of the long ago
Today they would be strangers in their first hometown
On old streets where they often walked up and down.
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