Exile

Ronnie

The exiled Scot
Is never free
From the attachment
To the land of their birth

The heart can love
Anywhere in the world,
But the exiled soul
Yearns for home

The call of home, once a whisper
Becomes louder every day
I am not going home to die
I am going home to live

2 thoughts on “Exile”

Huguette says:

This is amazingly expressed! I’m sure you will have a great life there

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