In the gentle embrace of familiar streets,
Where whispers of the past softly meet,
The echoes of laughter linger in the air,
In my hometown, where dreams were laid bare.

The old oak tree stands as a silent guard,
Its roots entwined with the stories we carved,
Each leaf a memory, each branch a tale,
In this sacred place where our spirits sail.

The river flows with a timeless grace,
Reflecting the seasons that silently trace,
The journey of life in its gentle stream,
In my hometown, where hopes brightly gleam.

Under the starlit canopy, we find our way,
Guided by the constellations’ gentle sway,
In this cherished land, our hearts forever roam,
In the arms of my hometown, my eternal home.