Where the streets were narrow but overflowing
with freedom and color. I can roam
in the morning when the people rose earlier than the sun.
In the evening when the people slept just as the sky was turning dark blue,
a sign that day was coming soon.
In a country where there was no sleep and too much life
Rain was always accompanied my lightning. Majestically
striking the rooftops above our umbrellas.
Take me back there across the ocean
across that sea of clouds!
Carry me home by the winds between earth and sky.
I can almost hear the language when I close my eyes.
I can almost see the city in my dreams, but
when I wake, I find myself here. And like dreams
I begin to forget day by day. Hour by hour. Minute by
Take me home. Before I forget where it is.