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Longing for home
I can hear the sound of the birds chirping
I wake up to the crow singing in the dawn of day
Thinking to my self where am I?
What am I doing here in a foreign land?
Loneliness creeps in to bite me under cover
Gazing out the window makes me feel stubborn
Eagerness is fading as the time goes by
The aroma of coffee in the pot pulls me out of cover
Out to the world I go
Thinking to myself what a fool I am
As the days go by, I feel my steps are drawing near and near
At last my journey home is coming to an end