Take me back to my own country
Take me back to where I belong
Take me back to my own History
This world I live in is not my home.
Take me back to my own memory
Where Friendship mattered and stories flowed
Of Joy and Sorrow from the mouths of Family
Before the flood and we took to the road
From the mountains down to the river the fighting crossed the land
And all the promises we thought would last forever disappeared like sand
Slipping through our hands
Take me back to Spirituality
Let me walk beside the Master’s guiding hand
To rediscover my humanity
To have compassion and the will to understand
Smoke is rising from the clearing where homes and Honesty burned
Time passes slowly but not slow enough for healing.
The wheel begins to turn with nothing really learned
Take me back to where it started
Before I die here in this field of bones
My feet are bleeding, I’m broken hearted
Faith will get me there and Faith Alone
Take me back to my own country
Take me back to where I belong
Take me back to my own History
This world I live in is not my home.
