Between two worlds

I came to Britain chasing dreams,

A better life, or so it seemed.

More money earned, more doors unlocked,

Yet something precious stayed back home.

I left behind the streets I knew,

The church bells ringing through the blue,

The little town where everyone knew my name,

Where life moved slowly, never rushed, never changed.

Now mornings start beneath grey skies,

With tired eyes and long work nights.

I count my wages, pay my bills,

And tell myself I’m climbing hills.

But sometimes in the quiet hours,

When London’s lights have lost their power,

My mind drifts back across the sea

To the place that still belongs to me.

I miss the smell of summer rain

Falling softly on familiar lanes.

I miss old friends, the laughter shared,

The simple days when people cared.

I miss my family most of all…

The voices through the kitchen wall,

The Sunday dinners, warm and loud,

The comfort of being part of a crowd.

Here, I walk among thousands each day,

Yet loneliness still finds its way.

Surrounded by people, but somehow alone,

Building a future while missing my home.

My home lives inside my chest,

In every memory I love best.

The fields, the forests, and winter snow.

The places only my heart can go.

And though I’m here for opportunity,

For a life with more security,

There are moments when I’d trade it all

To hear my mother’s voice call from down the hall.

So I carry both worlds within me now.

The one I left, the one I’ve found somehow.

One gives me hope, one gives me roots,

And both have shaped the man I’ve grown into.

Maybe that’s the price we pay

When we leave our homes and move away

A stronger future, a heavier heart,

Forever living in two places, forever torn apart.

~GSK