For As Long As You Live

The nostalgia for the past in the migrant remain To walk on the streets of the hometown again And meet once dear friends he or she has not met for years The yearn for the past lives in you though for it you have shed your last tears In the death of the body nostalgia in the migrant only does die Those who do tell you different believe their own lie Nostalgia may lessen as the years go by Though some migrants this are willing to deny The past in reality is in the forever gone But the good memories of what was in the mind lingers on That nostalgia dies before you die is not exactly true For as long as you live it will live on in you On your flights of fancy on a hometown street Some of your friends of the past again you do meet.