The Sun rises and birds start to sing,
as I look out my window,
little innocent me.
But little did I know,
that my morning routine was about to be stopped.
It was time for me to leave,
momma grabbed my hand,
running down the steps.
I said goodbye to my home
and cried the whole way.
To the mountains and palm trees I whispered farewell.
This was out of my hands,
no longer child’s play.
As I walked in the airport I knew very well,
I was leaving the country who had given me birth.
To the U.S we made it,
a completely new place,
no friends, and many new things to learn.
Language was a barrier that I quickly overcame,
with the help of my family
I knew everything was going to be ok.
Miami grew on me, it became my new home,
and now i’m as happy as I was when young.