A city which always seems to be under construction
Tall buildings, Big societies
Big cars stuck in traffic
Yawning people gazing from the bus
Deceiving hoardings blocking the streets
Glittering lights, honking noise
Struggling people in the monotonous life
I miss my home
and the old golden days
that swing in the yard
and the games we played
In the city full of people
with big dreams and visions
I have but one dream
to go back to the place
where I believed in fairy tales
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