In the cradle of old streets, my soul finds rest,
Where whispers of the past embrace the breeze,
Each corner tells stories of dreams and quests,
In my hometown, where time moves with ease.

The river sings songs of yesteryears’ grace,
Reflecting the sun’s gentle, golden glow,
Children laugh and chase, in endless chase,
In fields where wildflowers quietly grow.

Beneath the starlit sky, the night unfolds,
A tapestry woven with tales untold,
In every shadow, a memory holds,
In my hometown, where the heart feels bold.

Seasons change, yet the spirit remains free,
In this cherished place, my heart finds its home,
A symphony of love, eternally,
In my hometown, where I shall never roam.