I Was Not Born Here
– © Richard Ruane 2005
I was not born here; another place can make that claim.
Some people start one place and then they roam
Not a native, I’m a migrant but I’ve lived here most my life
This is where I mean when I say home
When I say home, it’s not some postcard in my mind
It’s the place where I’m now living, not a place I left behind
When I say home, it’s the place I want to be
Everybody feels the need to have a home
And it’s not perfect, there’s no perfection in this world
Everyone could find some thing that they would change
We could argue about the politics and policies and all
But in the end what really matter would remain
I have family from Ireland, from England and from Spain
I’ve maybe got some native blood and more
Five hundred years, a hundred years, some thousand years ago
We all were migrants who lived somewhere else before
