foreigner

Some days I feel like a foreigner-
Lost in my own skin,
And I don't have a language
To express the things within.
I wander through the marketplace
And hold no currency,
I wander through a the empty days
A ghost of what was me.

Some days I feel like a foreigner-
Lost in my own mind,
The echo of a distant chorus
Tossed upon the wind.
And I don't know which way to go,
But if I meet your ear,
I'll find someone who speaks my tongue,
Who understands this fear.

Some days I feel like a foreigner-
Lost inside this world
But you are not a stranger,
No, you hear my every word.
I came into your marketplace
With trembling, empty hands.
You filled me with your glorious grace-
This is my native land.