Just a Matter of Time

by Deborah

Walking along carrying a ragged suitcase full of memories
Never looking back to what was
Stronger thinking what is ahead
The road may be long
But while it seems tomorrow never comes
While hope is never-ending.
With the knowing, that too many dreams have come true
Just one last dream, I wait to see.
A simple thought of a place called, "home"
Being a refugee is just a word,
The coming home, is just a matter of time.

“Jerusalem, is the center of the earth.”