Third culture kids

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

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

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

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