The place where I come from doesn't bekon me.

It's always just... there, like part of my DNA

That never really goes away.

 

My home town doesn't beckon.  It's just there.  It just waits.

The places where I spent time have all changed hands in time.

But if I went back, I'd find... nothing the same;

Except the name, which always reamains...unchanged.

 

It waits for my return.  Hoping to see what I've become.

For others it's moved on to bigger and better things.

But for me, it's still just... there.  Wishing and hoping to see.

Trying to find out.. what's become of me.