Journey to America


We walked across the desert to get to a better land,


The sun was beating on our backs,

As we enter into a place where we are banned

Our valuables are the only things in our packs.


In addition to that, we have nothing

To cover us through the cold night

No shoes, no extra clothing

Just the warmth of the searchlight


We run, jump, and hide to get across

We are all sleep-deprived and upset

And as we get deeper into the desert, we suffer yet another loss

As their body is left behind to forget


All we have to do now is to swim upstream

So we can start living the American dream

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