OH MY HOME

In an empty pit; I drown,
In the house of a crazy clown
My smile dies and I frown.
Beside a great flowing river,
I thirst like a desert dweller.
Having a thousand mansions,
Yet I sleep in dump-portions.
I have thirty-six eyes but I'm blind
A map I have but the road i can't find.
I am the leader, but I stay behind.

I'm he, the one who they call Tomorrow
But Today has been wounded with a poisoned arrow

When will my nation be straight,
When will I live as a true saint
For my paradise has started to faint.

When will I see my home come home?
When will I end this pointless roam.

When will I sing my song again,
When will happiness end my pain.
When will I sing my song again.

Oh my home
Oh my home
When shall I see my home,
Will I not forget my home?
Will my home not forget me?

Mide Benedict