My blood tells me a different story to my soul. My passport has a stamp I cannot recognize, An accent invades my tongue that I cannot pinpoint- I am from many worlds And I sing the songs of many souls.
My scattered roots find a way to your lonely tree, And in my own confusion I become the master of empathy. You're so called 'difficult' name rolls off my tongue Effortlessly, And I'll have you convinced that we are kin. Your language Your skin Your culture Is no barrier on the grounds of those who know no bounds To existence.