Home Poem by Evangeline walker

i lay in my room, my eyes drawn to the plain white ceiling
i want to go home, i am home but its not the right feeling
thinking about close friends and how they're doing
wondering do they get this horrible feeling
I'm in a crowd but I'm utterly alone
I'm at home yet i feel homeless
they speak clear English but i cant understand a word they say
i cant wait for that perfect day
when he'll hold me in his arms
ill cry and push him away
but he wont let go he never will
he'll stand by me in that crowed
and in his arms is my home.