Times have changed nothing is the same.
Familiar faces turning to strange.
Favourite places covered in weeds,
Treasured friends with different needs...
Dreams once longed are not anymore.
Home-sweet-home not hung at the door.
Memories aren't what they seem.
Wise old man now angry and mean.
Streets abandoned not one crowd.
Sweet sound chimes now annoying and loud.
The royal gold table has been upturned,
This is my home town soon to be burned
