Business’ city is where I belong,
the city of lights and moneymaking
but in that city whose towering
walls are raised,
Hidden is my dwelling place.
My little abode within the
Encircled with screeches of those
tires within reach
Yet even in that place where noise prevails,
Still my house with harmonious
laughs and giggles are filled.
Though busy minds reign
Love’s never ebb
my dwelling place.
And love’s, turned our house
into a mansion
filled with care, kindness and heart.
But now, I left, to trek this path I take,
Memories in my heart prevail,
Thus, never will it be lost from