The Bench

I came back, to the place that I knew,
to the old street,
the sights of what I used to know.
The bench,
the bench was so old,
and no one sat on it.
I remembered how we used to sit,
and play with each other.

And the old street,
became to a new way.
Where people are driving,
fast as the thunders and lightnings.
And I was tearing,
since I don't remember.
My desires were burning like an ember.

This is not the place that I know,
the wall is in a different colour.
The bench is now old,
and no one wants to sit on.
And I don't even know where I used to live.

This is not the place I know,
this bench, it's not what I remember.
My desires were burning like an ember.

This is not the place that I know,
the wall is in a different colour.
The bench is now old,
and no one wants to sit on.
And I don't even know where I used to live.

It was my bench…