A heart in exile is still palpitating. Trying to look for a little salt to accompany the soup. A heart in exile is still throbbing. Trying to find amidst the cold surrounding, a warm hug. A heart in exile has principles for which it beats. Trying to find a human relationship that yields passion. A heart in exile is a heart without roots. Trying to familiarize, trying to be accepted, trying to accept its new home. A heart in exile misses the green pastures. Looking forward to the rain, calmly building a boat. Afloat in a sea of regrets, afloat in a storm of old threats. A heart in exile keeps that boat afloat. For a heart in exile is still a heart that pounds somewhere remote.