Journey
A pitch black road
A bus filled with strangers but one destination
Tranquility and uninvited peace
It's the journey to the motherland for the first time
I get to breath in the air of home and feel wanted
Because it's home it won't matter where I go I will still
belong.because it's home the sand on the ground is mine
Because it's home I won't hold a pass as I walk I will speak my mother tounge i just hope I remember it well enough
Because it's home...
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