This world is full of wonders,
And rats were made to roam,
Memories to be harvested,
And safely stored at home…
But where is home?

I love this little Riverbank,
My old familiar friend,
But am I brave enough to leave?
Would that be smart or just naive?
Now I’m starting to believe…
(with a hint of sadness)
This is the place where I belong…
This is the place where I belong…