If been away for more then 1620 days
I have cried in many ways.
But then it was time to return ones again.
At first I didn’t belong
Every thing felt wrong
I wasn’t a part of This family
I don’t feel a part of this
I can’t seem to be able to fit in
I can’t find my place
Is this my home?
Is this my life?
Is this where I belong?
But as the time goes by.
I learn how to cry
How to let it pas by.
This is a thing that has happened in the past.
The memory of this will always last.
But now I know, I have my one place in this wonderful family
No mater who I am
or where If been
They will love me for who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem