A new message , a phone call from my distant home town.... is all i look forward to each day
When will i go back to my home,..... is the question i ask to the god i pray
unknown faces , unfamiliar pathways .....makes me miss my old good days
The language is not known and no one to call my own .....my laughs have become no more than silent moans
When will i hug my mom and return to my world .........these are the questions and my only words
Let me return to my cocoon , i don't want to be a butterfly ....as i don't want on this land to my body to lie
to the god i pray and to him i say
please show me a hope, show me the path which will take me back home.