Fly
Sacha TERRAT
My genes don't match
The colors you see
My cultures don't fit
In this body of me
Our homeland is France
But it's no home to me
My heart is divided
By the cravings in me
My father's from the east
And my mother's from the north
They stood by the risks
With much fierceness and force
My roots are anchored
On an island of sand
My leaves are covered
With a thousand of hands
Fly,
Fly but come
Be back home