Waiting for My Soul

Here is my childhood, in grandfather’s village
here is my history and all of my growing.
Here in our mountains, I’ve lived all my life.
My family lives here, and my soul, here, will rest.
But I can’t make a living, and now I’m the father
I am provider, and so I must travel.

This is my journey, far in an airplane
Long I have traveled, late in the night.
Back on the ground now, with morning around me,
what is this place and where are my things?
They’re at the carousel, the people are saying.
What is this carousel and why are my things there?
What is this place, and with everyone strangers?

Finally I’ve found it, I have my belongings.
I take them and start out, to try for a place…
But, somehow, I stay here, for something is missing.
I’ve left it behind me, and now, I am the stranger.
The guard keeps on looking. Why does he stare so?
Here in his airport, what do I say? Now he is asking.
“ Why do you wait here, it has been days, now.”

My soul is behind me,
back in our mountains,
And if I wait here, I know I can find it
You see, if I stay here, soon, it will come.