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