This home is only a home in name
My heart, thousands of kilometers away
In a land where the language is indistinguishable
And the air thick with repressed dreams and humidity
The sky cried as the shuttle carried us
To the airport, full of false familiarity
The people just people, living
With hopes that they might never see
Surviving with smiles in hopeless situations
Freedom slipping between their fingers
Unbeknownst to them, the history rewritten
To fit someone else's meaning
My heart is with them,
My blonde hair standing in a sea of dark tresses
My green eyes dripping with thoughts
As I think back and realize
They are a day away
My day is their night
Darkness in their time is the same
As my light
My skin yearning for their humidity
My ears begging to hear the unfamiliar words
My heart staying behind waiting
Until I can flying through time
