14/05/2024
Too many suffering and yet here we are
We were filling the gap with nonsense travel
No place was called home except that Bar
Once we were in ,the religion is no more a rival.
It was normal to laugh and cry
Sometimes angry or little shy
Lonely I was called, the truth I was high
The monologue was a patner even if it’s dry
Talked and yelled then I was seen
Worked so hard to understand what life mean
I found out that belonging is the key
So I digged through a road of ley
Reaching to a place which was never planned
Canada the promised land.