My home, my life as I always remember
Through the rough stones of the hard sand, I see my memories clearly

The heated scenery collapses into the bustling busy streets
That swirls and swerves into the grand markets of beautiful colours
and smells of spices that waft deeply into the clear sky,
where it’s always warm and comforting
The blue skies filter the noise of the large city

My home, My life as I always remember