The time will come
When I will wake up
And not recognize my surroundings.
I will soon remember
That I am no longer home.
I will wake up in a foreign land
Where i can speak everyone’s language
But no one will not understand mine.
The time will come
Where I will walk through a foreign land
I once called “home”.
Spotting familiar places
Seeing familiar faces
But not recognizing
What they’ve become
While I was away.
The time will come
Where I must readjust
To this familiar yet foreign land
I once called my country
Relearning how to live
Like everyone else.
The time will come
The time will come
And oh too soon
That time will come
