As I walk down this familiar street,
Seeing familiar people
hearing that familiar beat
I realise what I call my life
Is nothing but fragmented peace.
A life interrupted by battle and war
Love and hate
rich and poor.
I hear the shouts of those around,
And the shouts from in my head.
My head, filled with hidden ghosts,
Regrets and guilt.
Of places that I'll always be...
In this familiar street.