Fennario’s Balcony – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Balconville, the people gather round

On their balconies high above the ground

A community unique, with stories to tell

Of struggles and triumphs, and life lived well

The buildings stand tall, but the people taller still

Their spirits unbroken, their hearts full of will

For in Balconville, there’s a sense of pride

In the simple things, that cannot be denied

The streets may be crowded, but there’s a sense of space

In the warmth of the sun, and the smile on each face

And though times may be tough, the people persevere

Their bonds growing stronger, year after year

In Balconville, there’s a rhythm and a beat

That pulses through the air, and lifts up your feet

And if you listen close, you’ll hear the sound

Of a community thriving, on solid ground

For in Balconville, there’s a sense of belonging

A place where people come, and keep on coming

To share in the laughter, the joy, and the pain

And to know that they’ll always come back again.