The big land


Struggling from a poor village,

many dreams of freedom and peace.

Im off to make an effort to this privallege

The day has come im on my way to succeed.

Days and nights of struggles and fear,

wondering if im far or near. 

Many days to get across, but is it worth it or not.

lots of walking few car rides, little to no food sleepless nights.

Few gave up, many didnt make it.

here i am, i finally made it,

No more worries no more pain

It may not be easy but it is to gain

ill start off with nothing 

but end up with something.

This just said i am impressed 

im now here in the big land!




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