Where I come from...

Where I come from, people walk in all directions not knowing their destiny.
It is not big, but you can get lost easily.
It is not nice, but people make it beautiful.

Where I come from peace surrounds
taking the shape of a person who walks.
Walks all along his destination.

When the flower grow, the centre is crowded,
full of little ants, that together makes a kingdom.
A polem smell, that makes you sneeze.

And our hands getting together is the perfect combination.
It's not a big city but it's full of love,
and i'm sure I will return... someday.
Because this is where I come from