swing low, sweet chariot

i am a visitor here

i am not permanent

i stop to shed a tear



thinking about community

but i don't belong here

i'm desparate for immunity



from this foreign earth

longing for home

wondering my worth



pretend suicide notes

set out to sea

on viking funeral boats



missing my love

my anchor

with wings of a dove



carry us away to heaven

leave this cemetary

this land of leaven



we are not from this place

of misery and violence

please let me see your face.