My country

A type of response

Waiting on the sidelines

For a signal so strong

My own name

Was not in my heart

My country my home

My mythology

I hope to go home one day

To a place I belong

The songs spread over the hills like morning clouds

And whispers into the ears of people sleeping and waking and preparing the morning routines

Cooking and washing

The labour of a new day

Same as every day

For many centuries

We watch for new gifts this day will bring

From friends and strangers

Expected and unexpected

Joyful and painful lectures

Pieces of wisdom like

Our daily bread and coffee

Savoury and bitter

But a simple man with a simple purpose

Can remind you

To find yourself again

Somewhere lives a man

Who still asks questions

of what is right