The sun, it is setting,
Out the window -
The world gliding past.

Happy chatter meets my ears
But I don't hear.
The people I have met
Are so kind, so loving,
Yet they don't feel like home.

My eyes long for the horizon
Where the people I love
Are so far away and so close.
I don't know what I feel here.
I'm not alone, I'm not lost,

I'm just not home.
Home is where loved ones live.
Home is where loved ones love.
Home. Is this my home now?
For the next four years?

Here I am.
Here I hope.
Here, am I

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