High Above My Home
I am looking down at the city of my birth
Starring down at our beautiful Earth
I once called this place home
But now no more
These streets were where I would roam
All this until we moved to the shore
I loved everyday
In the place I would stay
But now I walk the sand
As my mom holds my hand
But Iโll always come back
To my first home
The streets I once would roam
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