I am attracted to old vintage streets
Like getting lost in an era of soliloquy
Maybe that's why I value history
Reading old letters of mystery
Trapped in a body of a young woman
Is an old soul wandering in a modern world
In this world full of material bliss
I carry more stories from the abyss
Deep in my big scarred heart
Wounds that carry passion
Of lovely sweet undermine
Try and stand through the test of time
Drawn by the untold memories
As wide as a mind of a traveller
Stucked on the page of a book
full of an undiscovered chapter.
