It’s Saturday morning
Nearing July
I’m still not home
And don’t understand why.

Almost eleven months have passed
When it should have only taken two
As that should have been enough time
To do the things I’ve planned to do.

Although so many kinds of obstacles
That couldn’t have been planned
All out of my control
Yet making my time banned.

But if much more time passes
And I am still here
I will feel even sadder
To have lost a whole year

…Of my wonderful life
Meant for beautiful things
Missing Family and Friends
And the joys that life brings.

Though every day I’m closer
And I haven’t given up yet
But I’d better hurry home real soon
Before My Family and Friends forget.