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...