sometimes I wonder what I’ve left behind
I wonder about what could have been
the love, the friendship, the attention, the opportunities, -
I wonder about the friends I’ve left
I wonder if they’re doing fine
It seems so hard to just give a call,
Ironically this little island, is littler than the one I came from.
And I wonder what my dream was,
Wonder what drove me to this place
what happened to that fiery passion
to that soul with patience and listening ear
to a sincere smile so readily given
with the joy inextinguishable from within
Sometimes,
looking back isn’t something I ought to be doing.
and I know Providence won’t fail me
and I’ll cling tight to the promise,
that I’m where I ought to be.
And I’ll Praise You. Forever. 
