Behold! The pilgrim arouse,
Flying through the deserts and icy shallows around;
Hope! Is what he need,
To his nation and people indeed.
Flying through the midst of every countries,
Sailing across the sea with worries;
Walking in the middle of the storm with hopeless memories,
Of his loved ones, once he left dreary.
He found home, love and care,
Little do we know, no one shares;
A little hope, love, he found it rare,
In the world that people neither one aware.
Tish-tosh, the sailboat is moving,
From North to South he kept on sailing;
Even how long it takes, he still kept on working,
Sailing through the seas where no hope was given.
©missymae
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