I'm coming home to where it all began
Taking with me the scars of my hustle life
I'm coming home like a real true legend
Bringing with me the stories of my strife .
I'm coming home to my dear motherland
Taking with me knowledge of the white man
I'm coming ready to give my people a hand
Bringing with me a blueprint to a master plan.
I'm coming home to where I truly belong
Leaving behind all the stamps of rejection
I'm coming home to Ducor with a new song
Singing Glory to the Lord for his benediction.
I'm coming home to my sweet land of liberty
Knowing I will never ever be homesick again
I'm coming home to my own Bassa Community
Wondering about Sonewen, where it all began.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem