As I lay beside you
Already sound asleep;
Press my hand against your back
I can feel every heartbeat.

Had been longing so long;
I have finally made it home
Somewhere my head is at ease
In your house, all is quiet and calm.

I have heard the noises of the world
Lucky to see countries I did not even dream of;
Each leaving an indelible print,
God blessed me with more than I deserve.


For this reason alone, I never forget
The place where the journey began
I am one that will follow the sun
But wherever I go, I remember where I am from.

I make it a point to return to you;
And what I learn in our time apart
Means the world only once I am back,
For home to me will always be your heart.

I am a tourist in my own life
Everything I am feeling
Is foreign land
I cannot quite recognize
This impasse
Is it really I --
I am a tourist in my own life

Should I not know by now
What I am capable of
What song I am supposed
To play
When I am having more
Than two bad days

Who is this person
Staring back at me
Here I am contemplating
And she is not crying
It is not I, it is not I
I am a tourist in my own life

What am I supposed to learn
When the one teaching a lesson
Is the one concerned
I become
Unknown territory to explore
With old wounds and sorrows
And now a new state of postwar
It is I, it is I
That has to reach out
To stop being
A tourist in my own life.

Now is
Not the time
Nor the place
To feel
What I buried
Come back
To the surface
Months spent
Coping
And perhaps I am
Avoiding
But what I
Endure
What am I
To do
When I face
The past
In the present
Here I am
Going on
Trying to
Make sense
Of what was
In the  end
Solely
A coincidence.