We sang the song of home
On alien soil
Each residence
A reminder of exile
We greeted each
With a wasting smile
And clung with longing
To a desperate plea
Next time in Jerusalem
And all along
We were adrift at sea
We lied to ourselves
Believing we belonged
And meanwhile
Exile left an imprint
On our memory
We sang their anthems
And ate their food
We changed our names
And our hair grew long
We were of beautiful form
Vainly we tried
To forget ourselves
But dawn approaches
And we are seeing
The fruit of our labor
Spoiled and rotting
In the sun
Our prayers are useless
If we avoid
The destination
The new lie is that
Home is just a vacation
How can we
Parrot these words
Which became empty
How can we say
That we should stay
When even our prayers
Call us away?
