The Right place

I miss the secure feeling,
The sense that I belong.
The people and my surroundings there,
Help me sing my song.

My distant past presence,
Seems now so far away.
It may not be much to look at,
But I still miss it everyday.

I can remember way back when,
I was seven or eight years old.
This move will benefit us,
Is the very sentence I was told.

This town is not the same,
Though it offers a great resemblance.
Now the past is in the past,
And all I have is remembrance.