It's been a long time,
As I look out the window, I can still hear the little birds chime.
As tears stream down your face,
You catch them in your hand, with feelings of guilt and disgrace.
One day you live, the next day you die.
When that day comes, heaven will secure you, and help you fly.
The isolation is crystal clear,
Your homeland is yearning for you to come back here.
As you walk along the beach, your fingers run through the sand.
Home is where your heart is, return to your land.