I've been dreaming it all the time,

I can hear it as a chime,

I've heard people talk about it,

Preach, lecture, and describe the whole bit,

The only thing left is to realize it.

 

Deep, luscious valleys, fortresses in ruins,

Bringing out the best in humans,

A reminder of the past proudly waiting,

To convey the story by passionately stating,

Everything endured, faced, and experienced.

 

How long do I have to dream about it,

Fantasize, read, and think about it,

Will it be days, months, or years,

But I don't want to give in to fears,

Instead, I revert back to fantasizing.

 

Suddenly, I can hear the whispers and murmurs,

The time has come, I feel the tremors,

Then, I close my eyes and I can see,

That majestic place proud and free,

Waiting for me with open arms.

 

Eventually, I see my suitcases are packed,

Since I was five, I have made a pact,

To journey where my ancestors called home,

To finally ask,

Have I arrived Home.