The stranger

I walk among the crowds of faces
But none of them I know
I feel the weight of empty spaces
Between me and the flow

I speak a tongue that sounds so foreign
But it's the only one I have
I try to make some sense of boredom
But it only makes me sad

I miss the land that gave me birth
The soil, the sky, the air
I miss the warmth of home and hearth
The love, the joy, the care

I wonder if I'll ever find
A place where I belong
A place where I can ease my mind
And sing a different song

But until then, I have to cope
With this reality
And hold on to a ray of hope
That someday I'll be free