My Old Streets

Far away from Grandma’s farm
My peaceful life my silent town
I have rain, sea, and sun
Much more risk and more fun

We had a garden
And I grew up together with the trees
Everything changes
And you won’t be the same anymore
My Old Streets

Fields of freedom is what I seek
Am I lost or just week?
Big ideas are not for boys
They’re all made for grown-up souls

I love some places where
I will return then in my dreams
Everything changes and you
Won’t be the same anymore
My old streets

I won’t forget
All the precious laughter we had there

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