Under the moonlight, you can see fresh footprints

 walking into a foreign land, chasing a dream.

Dreams, the owners of these footprints chase,

unique, wonderful, tear jerking dreams, and some

Dreams so bright, that they evaporated even the Rio Grande itself.

 

Tell me? Why are you telling the dreamer, that he cannot dream?

Tell me? Have you ever felt hunger, oppression, and society’s shackles on you?

Tell me? Will you transform the young boy’s smile into tears when stopping him from his grand prize?

Tell me? Does your heart ache when families are torn apart by force?

 

There are many owners of these footprints;

there is a little girl, which dreams of ponies and rainbows!

There is a young couple dreaming of a new start.

There is a grandfather which is bringing his grandson with him

 and dreaming of a better life with less sorrow.

There are people who are dreaming of safety,

 for there are people persecuting them,

 for they are after their lives.

 

There is a young boy walking towards the big river,

in his face there is no doubt a huge smile is there.

 He is tired from his journey with his family,

for which it has been long, and there are tears about come,

 because he is about to cross the big river,

 to him it looks like the river Styx,

but he is crying because after crossing it there are many wonderful things,

so much of this land of opportunity he has heard of,

a better life, education and economy.

For many is nothing, for him it is glory, but there is a more wonderful prize.

 

A grand hero leave the boy’s side long time ago,

for the hero dream to give his family a better life,

a better life, which the hero never had.

For too many this better life was simple and effortless,

but to the hero it was a grand battle.

 

The family soon miss the hero so deeply,

like if their soul was taken away, 

like if an arm, an eye, and liver were extracted from them,

 like white claveles were pierced into their hearts,

and a surgeon through surgery,

recover the claveles dye in red with the last drop of their blood.

 

Tell me? Why are you telling the dreamer, that he cannot dream?

Tell me? Have you ever felt hunger, oppression, and society’s shackles on you?

Tell me? Will you transform the young boy’s smile into tears when stopping him from his grand prize?

Tell me? Does your heart ache when families are torn apart by force?

 

The little boy use to dream a lot,

 like becoming a doctor, a mad scientist or even Indiana Jones.

There were simple dreams too, like, what does lobster taste like?

It will be awesome to have a hot dog stand? Or should it be a taco stand?

But when the hero was no more by the boy’s side,

then all dream ceased to only one thought…

 “I am very lonely”, thought the boy,

“If I am lonely, the hero must be lonely too!”,

and so there was just one dream,

his treasure, his grand prize.

 

Tell me? Why are you telling the dreamer, that he cannot dream?

Tell me? Have you ever felt hunger, oppression, and society’s shackles on you?

Tell me? Will you transform the young boy’s smile into tears when stopping him from his grand prize?

Tell me? Does your heart ache when families are torn apart by force?

 

So the boy said farewell to friends,

family, school, city, state and even country.

He said farewell to the land whose ancestor’s footprints

 and his footprints have imprinted on,

 he said farewell to the rain of his land,

that ouch his skin and made him feel the joy of been alive,

 and to the sky of his land, that was so vast

 and prove that only because there are been flying in it,

it does not mean, that they have possession over it.

 And also said farewell to his future self,

the one that would have stay here in his native land.

As he was grabbing his few belongings to go with his family,

he grab his chest and started to cry,

for he finally realized what he was giving up.

But his grand prize was waiting for him.

So he shouted on top of his long,

 “I will one day come back, I promised my Mexican pearl,

 my enchanting city of Guadalajara, I will come back,

 and I will not show you the boy but the man,

 I will not show you simpleness, but glory!

 And for sure with my grand prize!”,

 and so he continued on walking forwards,

 tears overflowing, not looking back.

 

Passing the Grand River, and the many obstacles,

he came to the so called land of enchantment,

 he opened the door, and soon saw his father, his hero, his grand prize,

 there were not tears, both of them just looked at each other

 like little kids waiting to open their gifts on Christmas morning,

they hugged, and soon mother and daughter hugged them too,

 and finally tears overflow to even fill the Nile River.

 

There are a lot of dreams, dreams like of little girl of ponies and rainbows!

 Of a young person becoming a doctor,and dreams like Dr. Martin Luther King jr.

 Now I have a dream of a day where people can understand each other better.

A day where a paper does not define the quality and liberties of a person,

 and become a cruel truth by society to stop dreams.

 A day where little boys and girls, don’t have to scream at their fathers and mothers

while they are been taking away, for deciding

to have such simple and easy dream, a better life.

 

Tell me? Why are you telling the dreamer, that he cannot dream?

Tell me? Have you ever felt hunger, oppression, and society’s shackles on you?

Tell me? Will you transform the young boy’s smile into tears when stopping him from his grand prize?

Tell me? Does your heart ache when families are torn apart by force? Tell me!