Here is where my heart is.

Here is where my soul lives.

This is Dublin.

This is my home.

I walk the city streets.

I feel the cobbles wobble between my feet.

I watch the river flow.

I smell its essence on a summer day.

I see the fruit sellers.

I hear them call their wares out loud.

I ramble on the 145.

I see the old buildings pass before me.

I see a friend.

I see another.

And then I see another.

Dublin is full of friends.

Your friends and mine all.

Dublin is full of life.

Your life and mine both.

Dublin is home.

Dublin is home to multitudes of us.

We come from far and wide.

From shanty towns.

From sprawling cities.

We find home in this city.

This city that I call home.

This city of Dublin.

Here is where my heart is.

Here is where my soul lives.

I am Timi