Outcast

It is really a headache

That a good man is never accepted

While he lives in his homeland

But it is obvious to see

A good man honored

Far away from his home

Outcast

That is what I will call this

For there seem greener pastures

Outside home

Meanwhile, there's no place like home

Comfort

Peace

Joy and happiness

Is found mostly at home

But now, they made me an outcast

That I seems to love away from home

Oh! I wish they could see like a bird on the tree