Reminded me of my childhood,
Where I used to hold my mother's hand,
Waiting for the train to come,
Looking up to my father for directions,
While my little brother went after the crows to feed them.
Those journeys made me who I'm today,
Where I saw different places and people,
Those long tracks are the signs,
That we must continue our journey to reach other side.
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