Third culture kids

 

 

They call us third culture kids

Every night when we shut our lids

We see a myriad of lovely places

Into our lives have come many faces

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Our home is where our heart so bids

Of nostalgia our minds us rids

We are the lone children of tomorrow

Our hearts are full yet free of all sorrow

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The world flies by, it spins, it skids

Identity? Mere patch of grids

We are nowhere for we are everywhere

We lie apart, alone; not here nor there