Once upon a time
when we didnt have a dime
when we lived on the streets
when it was hard to get back on our feet
when there was no hope
I had to go on a boat
when it was hard to stay together
and I didnt want to fly
but I still had to say 'good-bye'
its hard to say bye
its like trying to catch a fly
here I am.
in this foeign land
with no one I knew
one but lou
I couldnt say the words
no one understands me
no one but the birds
so one day I am going back
to breath its fresh air
of the outer back
Icy rivas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-to-america/
