thinking of home
When war arrived, we had to flee,
To foreign lands across the sea,
Leaving behind our cherished home,
In search of safety, far we'd roam.
In distant lands, so unfamiliar,
Yearning for the comfort of familiar,
The taste of home, a distant dream,
In foreign cities, by rivers gleam.
Amidst new faces and foreign tongue,
Echoes of home where we had sprung,
But nothing compares to our homeland's grace,
In its embrace, we found our place.
For no matter where our journey led,
In foreign streets or where we tread,
The heart still longs for what is known,
The land we loved, our very own.
Yet memories of home, like stars above,
Guide us with warmth and boundless love,
Until the day we may return,
To the hearth where our hearts still yearn.
