Thursday, June 4, 2015

Foreign

I look at these words so foreign to me
So far from home that I cannot bare it
I'm asking for bread but they give me tea
So different and new I'm feeling sick

Rent a room to call a place all my own
New things that I don't know how to use
Can't find a job so I must take a loan
Every interview I go they refuse

I pay my rent and stow the rest away
Months gone by and I yearn to see his face
I'll bring him here so he is safe with me
A place where they won't kill a certain race

He's here with me and now we're truly safe
It's strange how I'm now in love with this place

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