1619 and 1619 Echo are twin poems.

I was a bird today, eastward bound
I longed for my homeland
Flying home, I pled in silence
To bypass a guard hovering around
My feeble prayer ended up in queue
God is ever sorting wishes

The land is cold like hailstones
Hearts are pressed to hard stones
Days grow short and nights long
The sun appears from time to time
The moon reveals from now to then

That is how I know I am still alive
That is how I know I may survive