When I was young in Peru,
The streets were never clean.
There was sand, dirt, and rumble,
That you can feel underneath your feet.
When I was young in Peru,
The streets were never empty.
There was laughter, there was yelling,
And there were so many selling.
No matter the time,
I walked those streets.
The ones with no streetlights,
The ones in the heat.
No matter the time,
I walked those streets.
My eyes would meet a starry night,
That beats anything I’ve ever seen.
When I was young in Peru,
Strays walked the streets.
The barking and meowing,
The same sounds that repeats.
However it wasn’t the cry of defeat.
It was a whine for food,
so that they can eat,
The food they smelled the same as me.
I couldn’t blame them for wanting a taste.
And a taste they got with such a haste.
As the crying died down,
And when I looked around.
You would see all with happy bellies
Making happy sounds.
When I was young in Peru,
Everyone was so nice and dear.
Acting as if you were family,
Who’ve seen each other all year.
Back to when I was young and up until now,
I will never forget those memories or what I’ve found.
What I found was a city, filled with love and demand,
And I wouldn’t change a thing all the way down to the sand.