An ocean away,
Yet I feel at home – even without my mom and dad.
Dazed in Athens’ airport confusion,
One hundred-fifty kids surround me.
We are all lost at home.
Day turns to day,
Typical Greek whitewash houses by the salty Mediterranean,
And nighttime campfires;
Three-thousand miles from our houses, we are at home.
We came as strangers,
But we leave as family;
There’s no good in goodbye.
Back to the States,
We’re going home...
Or are we leaving it?