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.
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