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You were supposed to be full of love, and there for me whenever I needed you. If I had a monster under my bed, you were supposed to be my knight in shining armour. But instead you were the monster,
A Seed is what I sacrifice For a ticket to a better life With harmony- security More antidote- more stability   This Seed I sacrifice  Is a toxic combination Saints and et cetera would call it
He who once lives, will achieve greatness threw hard work and dedication. Just how salmon struggle to swim up stream to get to the better side of the stream.
From country to country   When I was two years I left my country I left to Asia to a better country After seven years there we became angry
Something told me to take a walk.  I listened.  I grabbed the dog and out we went Down to the woods where the wild things live.
 It was all I needed to see  the bridge to reach my dream  standing tall, reassuring me  to my future, my grand scheme    It used to only be a view  a sight from the city I love
Traveling around the world is extravagant and fun,  meeting new people and recognizing cultures. You go to Mexico and eat a caramel bun, Cross the sahara desert in Egypt and see vultures.
Somehow it all must change,   We can't just look through windowpanes.   The sky is perfectly in reach   Since they invented aeroplanes.     Fly away-  
  New to this situation. This college. So many stares. Especially in the cafe. It's like they know that you're not a member of the scene yet. Now I understand why we're called freshmen.
The system is brokenAnd it'll be forever before I'm softspokenI'm broke again, what the fuck is this?Since when is education reserved for the rich?
This is the voice of many, heard by few Little is done, This community is put down, but keeps its ground We are the Hispanics, the Latinos, the Spanish College is OUR american dream
The first day is the initial shock waking up with butterflies in your belly wondering where to hang out where to go who to talk to and sit with hoping tomorrow will go smoother
I remember the day like it was yesterday As we sat there wondering what people would say 3 minutes felt like an eternity Heart racing, body shaking, weak in the knees As she walked out of the bathroom door
Summer evenings in years before with all of the doors in the house wide open, The sprinkler makes its rounds around the yard with a rhythm unbroken: Ch-ch-ch chanting a summer’s song.  
A higher education Is not just in my imagination I believe I am called to go So I can grow My knowledge to a better level
  I’ll miss your face, leaving this place/ an empty space, but full of grace/ Living your way, For another day/ I cannot stay, I gotta fly away/  
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