Longing For Home
Poor and lonely,
That I am.
Homesick for birthplace,
Family and friends.
Children I have,
And love them I can.
But still I am longing for family and friends.
People I see can stand and cheer.
A smile on their faces,
But their hearts are not clear.
I have endured hardships aplenty,
Burdened with many a stone.
But still I long for my birthplace,