There are times

when I still feel like a stranger in this world,

like nobody knows me,

and I don't know anybody who's there for me.

I want to go home,

but I can't go home yet,

and I remain where I'm lost

and cold

and forgotten.

When will I be able to see the dawn again,

when will I be free

to go where I want to go?

No more a stranger,

no more a nobody,

no more alone,

and without a home.