Foreigner

Wandering alone
in a foreign land,
waiting for someone
to take your hand

Leaving the womb
to enter the madness.
From a comforting room
to a life filled with sadness.

I pledge to thee
to answer this one thing,
How could we leave
when in the beginning we had nothing?

So wandering alone
in our mother land
waiting for no one,
We float with the wind
as a single grain of sand.