The lust for adventure has made a migrant of me
And a stranger in my homeland today i would be
From those i grew up with i live far away
And sadly some of them not living today
And some of them live far from their first homeplace
The wrinkles that time bring they wear on their face
Some of them with hair dye cloak their grey
And some of them ageing in the natural way
We all have our life journeys in truth one can say
Some of them at home did choose to stay
And some of them left for adventure in the big World out there
And start a new life for themselves elsewhere
In my first homeplace i would be a stranger to many today
From there i have been too long away.
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