My childhood memory
Is always just a step away
Never kept in a distance
Never under lock and key
Like a branch to a tree
My roots are where once
Soft clay was moulded
My childhood memory
Always bring joy to me
Like manner to the starved
With sugar to cane
I am because I once was
Adventures seen through
The small virgin eyes
Of yesterday calling on it
Like an SOS to rescue me
When I am Low on
The fuel of yearning
Never under lock and key
The good, the bad, the ugly of it
Is my redemption today
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