Motherland
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Oh how I miss the happy people how I miss the rainy streets
Yes I miss being greeted like an old friend by random people at the railway station
I miss the old lady outside the shop, opening her hands for some coins
Everyone treated me equally
It was like we were all one huge family.
Rich French words swirling around carried by the wind
The ladies in the bakeries smiling while baking warm, fresh bread
The chocolateries gifting sweets to the children, making them even more joyous than before...
Oh how I miss the long bike rides through the cobblestone alleys
Going from shop to shop searching for that perfect gift for the people we love
Running in the darkness, our steps echoing through the road
Screaming from happines, laughing at everything we see
I trip over my own feets, I scratch my knees
But I stand up, I keep going
I don't feel the pain I'm too happy, too free
Say mom why do you think I cried myself to sleep all those times
It's because I miss all the things we used to experience together
Yes I miss my own country, my language
I miss sparks of myself, I miss me
Because every single time we leave this fascinating place, when we leave Belgium I see:
This is my home, where I belong and need to be
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