This is the street we know.
Where our parents watched us grow.
This is where we fought and laughed.
Thought about a future that is now the past.
This is where we use to play,
Do homework and chase boring days away.
This is where everything started,
Brother and sister, paths that never parted.
This is where you put peanut butter in my hair,
Got away with it and I said it wasn’t fair.
This is where we watched TV,
Sat in silence, you and me.
After we’d grown,
This is where we’d play.
Not with games and toys
But pianos, drums and microphones.
Childish things now abandoned
For a family band we took part in.
It’s where I left and where you stayed.
It’s the place people say you can’t go back to.
It’s the place that always means the most to you.
It’s a tie to Earth unlike anything else.
It’s the ultimate reflection of yourself.
It’s where you wanted to be only weeks ago,
But now, Earthly ties have let you go.
Now, my brother, you can go home.
-Sarah
