Finding Home in Foreign Lands

In foreign lands, we roam and we stray,

Finding ourselves lost in new worlds each day.

But with every step, we find our way,

Finding home in lands so far away.

The sights and sounds, they speak to our soul,

New cultures and people, we embrace them whole.

For in these foreign lands, we discover a part,

A piece of ourselves, that was hidden from the start.

Through the hustle and bustle of each foreign street,

We find a place that makes our heart skip a beat.

For in these lands, we see a different view,

A world so vibrant, a world so true.

We taste new foods, and we learn new words,

We make new friends, and we meet new herds.

For in these foreign lands, we discover our worth,

A sense of belonging, a sense of rebirth.

We travel far and wide, to find a place to call our own,

To find a home, in lands that we've never known.

But with each new journey, we find our way,

Finding home in lands so far away.

For in these foreign lands, we find ourselves anew,

A part of us that was always true.

So let's keep on exploring, and let's keep on growing,

For in these foreign lands, we find our home, overflowing.

Finding Home in Foreign Lands, a journey of self-discovery,

A path that leads us to our own recovery.

For in these lands, we find a sense of belonging,

A home away from home, a sense of longing.