Heart Of The Matter
The City, That Was Mine
I went back there,
Travelled in time,
I went back to the city,
The city that was mine,
Observed it from a sofa,
In a little street café,
I watched the people passing by,
I heard a busker play,
An old familiar feeling,
Young, mischievous, and wild,
Rediscovering a life, long passed,
Rediscovering the child,
I'm seventeen,
I'm free of care,
And love's young dream,
Is standing there,
He's tall and dark,
Plays in a band,
We walk those streets,
We're hand in hand,
That tender feeling still remains,
Just a memory lost in time,
But I found it in an uptown street,
In the city,
That was mine.
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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The City, That Was Mine
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