Arrived

Muse you and I may
Who can but for certainty say
What life brings to our doorstep
Winding alleys and oft dark an embrace
That flicker of hope in our rusted lamp
Takes us through this refugee camp
For when the voice speaks from within
Loud and clear above the din
You may for sure say
Through this swerving way
My home have i reached
Among the golden maple and the beech.