Your Child, Your Diaspora

As I look up 
I see the moon
I see you my love 
and my motherland

As I look up
I see my heart
I see it breaking 
from loneliness

As I look up
I see my despair
I see my soul
and it is dieing

As I look up
I see the moon 
I see it sadden
and grow ever dim

As I look up 
I see tears
The tears of your Diaspora
oh beloved motherland

My dear sweet island home
so far away
If only to see your shores
one more time

Once more plant my feet
within my roots
and feel your soil
my home, and my strength

If only to embrace you
once again my beloved Haiti
To refresh my soul and
let my spirit soar

My Haiti, my heart
my motherland, my soul
Please do not forget me
your child, your Diaspora

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