Crack of the bat on a Dhaka street,
Barefoot summer, hearts skipping a beat.
Running from class to the college ground,
That’s where my wild heart was found.
Alley was a stadium, we made our own rules,
Me and Rifat, skipping school.
Mahin, Atik, Polash, Rafi, raising hell,
Jim, Ashik, Diponkor, Sadaf, we jived so well.
Mischief in the back row, laughter in the air,
Passing notes and nicknames, we didn’t have a care.
Short songs I’d make up, sing ’em through the hall,
Felt like a rebel, standing ten feet tall.
This is the childhood of mine, where the memories play,
Like a country song on a Dhaka day.
Through the heartache and the sunlight, I still find
The boy I was, left no dream behind.
Oh, those alley lights still glow,
The seed that I would sow.
Fell in love too young, she whispered sweet and low,
But her love was a highway where the cheaters go.
Caught by the family, forbidden flame,
Math was my savior, but heart took the blame.
Stormed out the door with anger in my chest,
Friends thought I forgot ’em, but I never loved ’em less.
Gave myself the time, learned to play guitar,
Now I sing our story from afar.
This is the childhood of mine, where the memories play,
Like a country song on a Dhaka day.
Through the heartache and the sunlight, I still find
The boy I was, left no dream behind.
Oh, those alley lights still glow,
The seed that I would sow.
In the echo of the years, a fire remains
Through the silence and the shadows, lessons like chains
Every heartbeat writes a truth untold…
Sayed… Sayed…
Sayed… in the light, memories unfold
Destiny whispers, and the night turns gold
This is the childhood of mine, where the memories play,
Like a country song on a Dhaka day.
Through the heartache and the sunlight, I still find
The boy I was, left no dream behind.
Barefoot summer, hearts skipping a beat.
Running from class to the college ground,
That’s where my wild heart was found.
Alley was a stadium, we made our own rules,
Me and Rifat, skipping school.
Mahin, Atik, Polash, Rafi, raising hell,
Jim, Ashik, Diponkor, Sadaf, we jived so well.
Mischief in the back row, laughter in the air,
Passing notes and nicknames, we didn’t have a care.
Short songs I’d make up, sing ’em through the hall,
Felt like a rebel, standing ten feet tall.
This is the childhood of mine, where the memories play,
Like a country song on a Dhaka day.
Through the heartache and the sunlight, I still find
The boy I was, left no dream behind.
Oh, those alley lights still glow,
The seed that I would sow.
Fell in love too young, she whispered sweet and low,
But her love was a highway where the cheaters go.
Caught by the family, forbidden flame,
Math was my savior, but heart took the blame.
Stormed out the door with anger in my chest,
Friends thought I forgot ’em, but I never loved ’em less.
Gave myself the time, learned to play guitar,
Now I sing our story from afar.
This is the childhood of mine, where the memories play,
Like a country song on a Dhaka day.
Through the heartache and the sunlight, I still find
The boy I was, left no dream behind.
Oh, those alley lights still glow,
The seed that I would sow.
In the echo of the years, a fire remains
Through the silence and the shadows, lessons like chains
Every heartbeat writes a truth untold…
Sayed… Sayed…
Sayed… in the light, memories unfold
Destiny whispers, and the night turns gold
This is the childhood of mine, where the memories play,
Like a country song on a Dhaka day.
Through the heartache and the sunlight, I still find
The boy I was, left no dream behind.