DIATAGON, Bow!

No place on Earth can compare Diatagon
My birth place, my playground, my true home
I grew up there with friends and good nieghborhood
I'd love to be there again if only I could

But I'm now hundreds and hundreds of miles away
I now belong to a new place I work with my family
It's not by choice but a move for survival
But Diatagon is still my home and thats final

If I have time I'll visit there one day
To see our old house and the grounds I used to play
Perhaps meet old nieghbors and old friends there
Reminish old times and breath some fresh air

I've gone too far and I've grown a bit old
I've multiplied my earnings near a hundred fold
I wonder if I dreamed of this during my Diatagon childhood
Where I played and enjoyed as a child and crave only for food

Maybe I need a break and need some vacation
I may visit Diatagon and do some reflection
Re-evaluate my life if I'm on the right direction
It will surely be therapeutic and a part of recollection

I've been chasing money and worked hard for too long
I missed my careless childhood playing games and singing songs
I'm packing my bags, Diatagon here I come!
Your long lost child is visiting, prepare the marching band! Bow!

By: Jun Abines