After the conflict was over
And Father returned to the fold,
My parents sold our little house
And we moved I was 7 years old.
Since then I’ve travelled to other shores
And lived in other places,
Heard many different languages,
Seen many different faces.
Like those who came before us
And many who’ll come after,
My life’s a mixture of good and bad,
Of sadness and of laughter.
We know not where this journey will lead,
Nor when the end will be,
But with Light, Love and Beauty in my life
That’s more than enough for me.