New to the country
The weather’s vagrant
Winter has set in
It’s tough being a migrant

Mentally I am lost
Down and out and struggling
When I hear some music
Floating, soothing and swaying

Luke's on his guitar
Playing God knows what?
The strings he plucks on it
Tug at my heart's chord

Blues turn to orange
Darkness turns to light
There’s more to life than this survival
Take strength, you must fight!

Days, months, a year
Sets my little nest of joy
This winter I feel the warmth
Which was once sparked by this guy

Thank You Luke