I don't yearn for sweet apple pie
I don't long for big blue skies
What I miss about home are the people
I don't miss competition between states
I don't want political debates
What I long for from home is my freedom
Freedom to pray
Freedom to speak
Freedom to carry and share
I don't long for parks that have grass
I don't miss not having class
What I yearn for are clothes and shoes that will fit.
I don't desire lots of money or
Even opportunities
What I miss about home is trusting in the quality
Quality of plumbing
Quality of brand names
Quality of food and life
And although all the previous statements are not true:
Cuz I do miss apple pie and I miss big blue skies
Sometimes I miss football rivalries and hearing about the latest candidate
I miss green grass and not going to class
Occasionally I wish I had more money or better opportunities
But they all pale to what I truly miss from home:
The knowledge that I am valued and respected because I am alive
Take away the pie and the skies
Take away my peeps
And
Take away my identity
Take away my choice
And
Remove all the grass
Always make me be in class
Keep the clothing sizes: Extra Small
And
Take all my money
Give me no advantages
Reduce all quality to poor
One thing remains that cannot be taken away: my faith
I cling to this faith every day in this world that is so strange
And
I cling to this faith when I pray
I cling to it as I cry out at the lack of everything I hold so dear
And
I cling to it hidden inside me just waiting to share it with someone who asks
