Vigan

I wondered about the people Who had lived in the distant past Who walked these stones of cobble Perhaps with loves that did not last. I pondered on their journeys The sound of steps on these old lanes The windows laced with filigrees And thin Capiz shells on the panes. Would ladies look behind their fans To glance in shy and demure charm At Romeos who gave their hands In gallant gesture, held their arm? I thought about the children then Who may have played around the place Those were times Freedom was taken The land went through enslaving days. Memories hold much wealth here A place that's marked with History Though these are times without the Fear I know people then walked in Bravery.