I will go back home
I woke up feeling the discomfort of my thoughts
Toiling to and fro simply to get my cake hot
The table has turned against me
I'm facing reality
Day and night careless about me
But poverty is the mother of ingenuity

I will go back home
Since my target is beyond skies
And my words are contrary to lies
Yet the yearning of my soul can't be determined by spies

I will go back home
Atrocities in life engulfs my spirit
Sometimes forgets my digits
And the only phrase I hear"go get it".

I will go back home
When a bird dies in the air
It surely falls down
Though my vision is blur
But I still hear the sound