Oh! the fled bird you left your land,
Compressing your past,
And sweet memories,
Folded in a corner of the heart.
You see a strange land,
On the other side of the world,
You’ve thought grass was always greener,
But never expected other colors to be seen.
You try to be a bird of the new flock,
At times you enjoy being different,
But its their land and you’re a stranger,
It crushes the soul to realize, after all.
Your heart is planted in your soil,
You bear the heartbeat of your men,
But your min ought to be where you are,
Thus your soul is lost somewhere in between.
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