In the shadow of the setting sun,
Dreams unfold beneath foreign skies.
Whispers of home linger in the heart,
As footsteps trace new beginnings, wise.

Through the winds of change, they roam,
Carrying stories of lands afar.
In every glance, a silent prayer,
For the warmth of acceptance, like a star.

The echoes of the past softly call,
Yet forward they tread, undeterred.
In the tapestry of cultures, they weave,
A mosaic of unity, undisturbed.

Hope sails upon the horizon’s edge,
Guided by the beacon of tomorrow.
In the embrace of newfound lands,
They find solace amidst the sorrow.