_By José Rizal_
I walked through Calamba's streets,
Her plazas and her fields,
And memories flooded back,
Like a river's gentle yields.
I saw the house where I was born,
The church where I was baptized,
The school where I first learned,
And the friends who made me wise.
I saw the fields where we played,
The hills where we climbed,
The river where we swam,
And the trees where we rhymed.
I saw the people who cared for me,
My family and my town,
And I felt a sense of gratitude,
That no words can fully expound.
Calamba, my beloved town,
How I miss your embrace,
The warmth of your people's love,
And the beauty of your grace.
But I know I must go,
And explore the world outside,
But I'll always cherish the memories,
Of the times I spent in pride.
Calamba, my dear home,
I will never forget you,
And I will always carry your spirit,
Wherever my travels lead to.