In lands afar, beneath foreign skies,
They toil with dreams that never die,
Each dawn brings hope, each night a sigh,
For loved ones left, they strive, they try.

With hearts of gold and spirits bright,
They face the world with all their might,
Through trials tough, through darkest night,
Their love and strength, a guiding light.

Yet in their hearts, a quiet plea,
To one day return and finally be,
With family close, where hearts run free,
In the embrace of sweet memory.

Until that day, they walk alone,
In foreign lands, far from home,
With every step, their love is shown,
For those they cherish, their seeds are sown.