East and west, I have been,
To the pyramids in Egypt,
To the villages in Italy,
None like home I have seen,
Where love sprouts and compassion remains,
An abode of refuge, a habitat of compassion.

In strange lands, hostile men pursue,
"Alien! Alien!!", they suggest I am.
An abode of refuge, all I desire,
To be home in my mother's arms,
Not for mere serenity,
But a habitat of compassion, my ancestral haven.

Where roots intertwine, in the soil of belonging,
A tapestry divine, generations before me
Etched...