I was standing alone I was a stranger, iIn this land I would learn to call my own
As I stared into the dark November nights,
a stranger in a place called home
Trying to find the answers to my questions,
I could not see why they would want to leave
They took from me the life I’ve lived so long,
a stranger in this place called home
I used to dream of what my life would be,
If I hadn’t moved down by the sea
I feel a part of me that is still waiting to return …back home
I found myself with fear I was surrounded, a single friendly face was by my side
I had to stand up tall and fight my corner,
a stranger in this place called home
Many times I have wanted to return, to the place that I had come from days before
I longed to live my old life in this new town,
I’m still a stranger in this place called home
Still a stranger in this place called home,
still a stranger in this place called home |