Nostalgia
Nostalgia
I want to go back
To my home land
I am totally shattered here
And is totally misunderstood
I want to go back
To my home land
And sleep in my old bed
Hearing the music from my father’s radio
Reading a book given me by my mother
Pretending to be wise
Hearing the sounds of my parents
Everywhere
And feel secure for some time
And I want to love my mother
I want to see my father
I want to tell all my miseries
To my brother
And thereby lessen my heart’s grief
And ask them to tell the people here
Not to desert me like this
And tell them that I was a good girl
And is indeed their favorite
And have a loving heart and soulWhich is so gentle and subtle
And do not prick it
With harsh words now and then
But I am very far away
How can I go back alone
By crossing all these sea in between?
What stayed with you?
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