I now return to the place I was born
Where my ancestors did live, fight and die
The rampant lion and the unicorn
Is where my spirit must surely lie
How many years has it been since I left
Sailing seas and traversing continent
Leaving my homeland has made me bereft
In a quagmire of growing sentiment
I am a realist and know full well
The danger of romantic ideals
The slums and the ghettos a living hell
Yet to my heart it sort of appeals
It is done and there is no going back
Give me strength lord for courage I do lack
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