There once was a man named McLord
And nobody was present in his town who wasn’t known
For their bravery and their traditional folklores
But now he was in a foreign soil all on his own
And he had troubles for long
As he faced rejection whenever he tried and told
His feelings related to his sense of living alone
But there was still present a glimmer of hope
Till as long as he could remember the long lost feeling of home
His home ,he remembered ,was present all alone
With green serene lake surrounding the gardens so long
Feeling like two lonely islands in the vast unknown
That they stretched far up till the portion
Of bridges and dividing fence which was filled with thorns
And was responsible for dividing the town into two different proportions
In which lived people of two different notion
As they argued amongst themselves without coming to conclusions
But what they never did was resort to violence and vehemance
As they knew better than to defy their demeanour
Everyone had their own say and thought
as nobody felt left out and alone
such was the wondrous town of McLord
Standing on the docks at nights alone
He tried to remember the place he once called home
Which filled him with emotions and tears of his own
As the new land was nothing compared to the old
Which gave him a feeling that he belonged
somewhere ,on this lonely dot globe
And one thing always remained the same wherever he went
He was always surrounded by people who liked him most