Exile

I am the stranger, in a foreign land, An outcast, in a world that's not my own, A voice, that's been silenced, by the sands of time, A heart, that's been broken, and forever flown.

I am the wanderer, in a land of dreams, A poet, in a world, that's lost its song, A witness, to the beauty, and the grief, A voice, that's been carried, on the winds so strong.

I am the exile, of a broken land, A prisoner, of my own history, A voice, that's been searching, for a brighter strand, A heart, that's been longing, for its own liberty.

Yet despite the distance, and the endless pain, The memories, of my homeland, still remain, For in my heart, and in my soul, The love, of my land, will never grow old.