Flying high above the many peaks,
On a journey to our native land.
Remembering the times of our former lives,
Mindful of how things have changed.
Only compatriots might understand
Such a multitude of feeling,
As one who cries and laughs at once.
The arrival there is bittersweet,
As one who seems only a visitor.
Into the place we once called home,
Where familiar places become unfamiliar,
Aware of the regrettable fact,
Never to know home again.
