The life of a global nomad
A home country as a launch pad
The world to roam without a home
Always excited, often sad
Missing dear folks back at home
And itchy feet wanting to roam
Your Mum and Dad, missing them bad
Sad goodbyes at the aerodrome
Those foreign clothes in your wardrobe
Friends scattered all over the globe
Bigotry shrunk, prejudice sunk
Languages in your frontal lobe
They say home's not home anymore
They moved on while you were offshore
Don't scorn their myth, nor bore them with
Those stories that people deplore
