Across The Seas

Across the cities, wet and dry wood, 

I love these two countries but I can't stay in them both, 

For my dreams and passions I stood,  

I want people I love to be happy and I've done everything I could, 

My love has been here since the undergrowth. 

Staying for a month in Africa is somewhat fair, 

I've got my whole life there to claim, 

Should I bring all the things to wear, 

Or should I buy them over there? 

The style is really not the same. 

I can't stop thinking about it as I lay, 

Today I'm going to where the majority will be black, 

My Zulu won't struggle a day! 

Yet people think that should be the way, 

Everybody wants me to come back. 

I am telling this story with a sigh, 

I've always missed home hence, 

In the end it's the whole world and I, 

From my village it's less traveled by, 

I'm different 'cause I make the difference.

Across The Seas