Once upon a time <br />when we didnt have a dime <br />when we lived on the streets <br />when it was hard to get back on our feet <br />when there was no hope <br />I had to go on a boat <br />when it was hard to stay together <br />and I didnt want to fly <br />but I still had to say 'good-bye' <br />its hard to say bye <br />its like trying to catch a fly <br />here I am. <br />in this foeign land <br />with no one I knew <br />one but lou <br />I couldnt say the words <br />no one understands me <br />no one but the birds <br />so one day I am going back <br />to breath its fresh air <br />of the outer back<br /><br />Icy rivas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-to-america/
