Stranger in your own house

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.

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