The day I left China, br My heart didn't make it. br It stayed where it belonged, br In a bowl of white rice, br And left my lungs dented. br Each step I took away from home br I left a grain of rice behind br Hoping that one day. br One day, br I would follow this trail back home. br And the I willed my mind to let go, br And coated it with feathers, br Shaped into freedom's wings br So I would fly. br Fly and follow that trail I left behind, br And with each bite of those sweet grains of rice, br I'd know. br Know that I was closer to my home, br My heart.