Rush back to an old home
Love to hear a baby boy crying
A crown prince in the family
Beyond a group of sibling sisters
Sweating days and nights
Up and down hills to the markets
To afford your allowances
Till the highest education
You seated at a high ladder
Lived in a cozy castle
Flying high around the world
While we lived in a simple home
We ask not marry a foreigner
Your pretty niece is waiting
But You preferred an alien
Talk only by hand
Mom wailing a lots
Waiting for postman bell
Looking at an old phone ring
Hoping for a call from the Bank
Wake up in nightmares
Dreaming of prince return home
Tears shed, it was dreaming
Why do you forget us son
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