I wish I didn't see things. Pictures in my mind of what a place once was, used to be. You were once here, you walked these streets. Back and forth, to and fro. Wasn't it natural that you tried to find more in life, and now I'm trying to find you.
You never questioned me. How do I know because I only think of my own children, and the children they will have. Until now, and who will I be, I pray they will remember my name. Never before had I thought of the next and next generation; but in
