John G. Nelson (August 24,1976 / Monrovia, Liberia)

I’ve walked, I’ve seen beautiful sight,
I’ve lain, I’ve rested in beautiful height.
Just imagine the situation how slight.
Yet, it’s troubling, it's a dreadful plight.
Spring gone, there 're more to come,
I just wish I was home.

I’ve waited long in this dreadful place,
Struggling too long, in this restless race.
somewhere, exist kisses in my letters
Softening my heart, I’ve not felt better
Summer gone, there are more to come,
I just wish I was home.

Beautiful Songs of soul, I always pleasure.
By night, I recline on sofa during my leisure,
Yet, I blend in stress, my bone squashes
Frustrated; my hope suddenly dashes
Autumn gone, there are more to come.
I just wish I was home.

See aging soul, how far it has come
Picture my ordeals, see what I become
I’m surrounded by million of nice folks,
Yet, my words ‘re cold, I’m still alone
Winter gone, there ‘re more to come
I just want to go home.