A stone’s throw from where I sit now,
Round the corner, down the street,
A place that truly I call home,
Where life’s occurrences would meet.
Not the place where I now choose to live,
But the place that I belong,
Where happiness and sadness fought,
Where I learnt how to be strong.
An empty shell, that once was full.
Fallen silent, from all sound,
Yet will always be the place I go,
To feel my feet upon the ground.