Exile's Lament

In the shadows of a war-torn land,

I walk the path of loss and strife,

The winds of change, they cut so cold,

With tales of home, now lost and old.

I carry hope as my guide.

My past, a whisper in the night,

My future’s veiled in endless flight.

Yet in each step, I seek a place,

To find a haven, to embrace.

Though borders shift and hearts may freeze,

I wander on with quiet pleas.

For in this journey, far and free,

I chase the dawn of liberty.