Where is my destination
If not in your arms
Where is my heart
if not in my homeland
thinking I keep waiting
for the final moment
when I’ll be there
reaching my hearth
putting an end to the
long wait.
The countdown
is yet to begin
can’t help but
wait the process is so.
Restless I get
as the long day
passes by.
Waiting for the escalations
to wear down and finally
head to home to meet
the near and dear ones.
Now, I know what it is to part
from the homeland.
Nothing terrible
can happen than saying
goodbye to the dear ones.
But the future is near
and so is the day
I meet them again.
Here putting an end
to the testimonial
I hope to see them soon.
