Across the seas and endless skies,
The migrant’s heart forever flies.
In search of dreams and distant lands,
We leave behind familiar sands.

The moonlight guides our restless feet,
Through cities vast and villages sweet.
With hope as our eternal guide,
We cross the borders, far and wide.

Each step a story, each breath a song,
In foreign lands where we belong.
The journey shapes our weary soul,
In unity, we find our goal.

Though paths are tough and roads are rough,
Our spirit’s strength is more than enough.
For in the end, where hearts unite,
We find our home in love’s pure light.