There is a place
A valley alone
Where many call home
But no one roams
To a different valley
Or city afar
For in this small valley
You are what you are
Dreams stay dreams
That turn to dust
For there is no way out
No not for us
Once you are here
You are here for good
No moving forward
Only looking back
Back at the things
That we now lack
Back to the times
we thought we could
Break away
Back to the times
This small valley
Was a happy place
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