Akashi City

This is a pome about the city in Canada called Blueberry Hill

When I came to you I found myself alone

I never knew the tongue or how to hear the tone

But I went to Akashi city with some cases and a bag

Because I wanted to do so much 

and make myself not sad

And in Akashi City I found a friend in you

They say a real friend is good

But is good worth the blue?

Because when I came to Akashi city

I lived and ate in peace

And in Akashi city 

I found a friend indeed. 

When I leave Akashi city

When i leave my friend indeed

I'll think of the circus

The people, the color, the nature

Of the castle for years that housed me

And I'll think of this city always

As my castle by the sea

For when I leave Akashi city

I will not be sad

Only think of the joy I have had

Within my friend indeed.