Missing home

Beyond that horizon,

is a place I called home,

sitting here all alone,

looking outside in my room,

from this foreign land ,

second home.

As I wake up in the morning,

the seaview is refreshing,

as I start my busy day,

I close my eyes,

kneel down to pray,

thanks God for the calm night ,

and the beautiful day.

At night when the sun down

on the other side,

the twinkling of stars,cargo ships,

and building lights,

will brighten the dark night

with delight,

before I sleep I bow my head,

I thank the Lord for

the day well spent.