The sun shines down on to my face,
Scars of old times my fingers can’t trace,
Family and friends that were close to my heart,
I left behind when I had to secretly depart.
Scared and alone in this old, musty room,
Wishing and dreaming for my old stars and moon.
Time ticks too slowly for my aching mind,
The pains from past hatred and wars combined.
To a new place, I have now come,
And a new life I have begun,
Away from those scary and dangerous times,
I can now share my story with new minds.
Many years have now passed,
But the horrors in my mind still last,
I can now live in peace happily,
But I will still die a refugee.