Some people die, this is just a way for us to love the ones who still remain. I have an empty heart when it comes to my old land. Sometimes you change and you leave the old ways. Take me back to where I was born because I’ve heard of things I’ve never seen before. Jesus Christ and his mother hang from walls and this will always stay the same. You’ll hold my hand and we’ll go to a near by place. Your face remains and the things we used to make. Sometimes it’s good to be who you used to be. I was a little kid once.