Passed the clouds,

She seems so far away,

Only my memory can take me there;

Back to childhood days, with those Man Hunt nights.

Back to when the world seemed so big,

From this place I called home.

Palm trees, family, Lucky and friends,

All close to my heart,

Yet so far away.

Going back seems so easy from here,

Grab my parachute and go.

But my dreams hold me back,

From this place I call home.

lucky abuela andmari