Watch mother look homesick
For a country that I have met.
He speaks to the love
My country says call.
There are rivers of beauty
Flowers that has not seen one
Above said no new mountains
There is the place we come from.
Through fields full of lambs
Chipmunks finds in the woods.
Foams promenade snow
Shells together, knit crown.
This country, of whom speaks fondly
She says is home, white ground.
I hope one day to go there.
Near my place to take my life.
