Every thorn on every vine,
Is a drop of my blood or a bead of my sweat.
Every blade of grass,
A second spent in toil.
Every leaf on every tree,
A tear I did not allow myself to cry.
Every scratch on my skin,
Is an unfulfilled wish or dream.
This land is not my land,
Yet every square inch is a part of me.
This house is not my home,
But what else do I have to return to?
For 7 long years I have paid the price,
But what will remain of my investment should I return?
I have no answers to these questions,
Only more work to do, until the day I leave.