I walked down the street
Every step I took
Was like a trip down a memory lane
Seeing the posters, now faded into black and whites
Tucked in corners are the broken lights
The scuff marks on the ground
That had now gone brown
Bending down to feel the burnt grass
And looking up to see the same gates made of brass
Walking along reading the graffiti on the walls
And playing with the several popped footballs
Breathing in the smell of the now faint stench of smoke
Kicking the empty cans of coke
Avoiding the pieces of broken glass
Caused by the people that used to pass
Through the neighbourhood
It was in a bad state but I wouldn’t change it even if I could
Because I’d had my childhood
In this neighbourhood
