One day I got up in my own house, my own house full of strangers.
Strangers, I knew so well.
They looked into my face and told me I don’t belong.
I remember clearly, it was my House, my home all night long.
They told me I don’t speak their language, hence I was wrong.
I thought I knew the language well, I learned it with my whole heart.
But , if that is how it is, in think you are right.
I definitely don’t belong.
You are not my people, for my people would listen to my song.
They may not know the language but they would still play along.