Chosen : Ode To Unforgotten Soil

I was the lucky one The apple of his eye He chose me to walk with him The memories will never die Two brothers older, two sisters younger And I the middle one Although he is with me no more I'm still my father's son Woodstock,Athlone,Mitchell's Plain... We toured mostly by foot and sometimes by train Where ever we went he was known by his name Wish I could re-live those days again District six was always close to his heart This was the place the walk would always start As we walked he would stop and point and say "That's where 'so and so' used to stay" But dad why is it only an empty field today? "My son,its because 'so and so' was forced to move away" So I guess that's why we went around so many places To see his friends and family...scattered familiar faces.