A new place
A new way to live
Amongst crowd of new faces
Gathering in the new village
The row of oil palm trees
Swaying with the wind
Beginning many refused to come
They wanted to stay nearby
Of the old place
A few miles away
They couldn't forget memories
They couldn't let go
A new place
Quiet dwelling swaying coconut trees
A village known for its gangsterism
Those days gangs well known to play
Some settled for a while
They couldn't stomach it
So they sold their homes cheap
Those days it cost plenty
As a young person growing up
Life was still free in his eyes
Bicycling to school enjoying the pedalling
On the roads to the school
Old neighbours and children
We were lucky we got a few
Along the same stretch of road
At least some familiar faces bloom
Yet as growing up years
The solidarity of sharing disappeared
We didn't mix any more
Years brought changes
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