The Village Old

Resting in my old town store,

My eyes locked on the land before.

Trying to see the land I used to live in,

I don't know where to begin?

I left this town years ago,

To test my luck in the urban show.

To try the big town hardships,

I left this place of worship.

This is the place of my childhood,

This is where I as an innocent child stood,

Playing in the greenery of this village 

I could clearly remember this beautiful image,

Laying in my nana's arms,

Playing in those lovely farms.

Hearing the stories ages old,

The stories the generations told.

Oh tell me why I left this place,

This land filled with innocence and grace?

I want to return to my village old,

This place of beauty and of gold.