Beneath the sky of endless blue,
Where memories are painted true,
I walk the paths of yesteryears,
In a place that holds no fears.

The rustling leaves, the morning dew,
The quiet streets where dreams once grew,
In every corner, every lane,
Whispers of the past remain.

The laughter of the children’s play,
The golden hues of sunset’s ray,
In my heart, these moments stay,
Guiding me along my way.

Oh, hometown dear, so sweet, so kind,
In your embrace, peace I find,
No matter where my feet may roam,
You are the place I call my home.