Refugee
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My mother and I,
We always had a strong relationship.
My earliest memories are with her,
every piano recital,
every family trip,
My mother and I,
We always had a strong relationship.
My earliest memories are with her,
every piano recital,
every family trip,
My mother and I,
We always had a strong relationship.
My earliest memories are with her,
every piano recital,
every family trip,
My mother and I,
We always had a strong relationship.
My earliest memories are with her,
every piano recital,
every family trip,
Mitt hus
Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås,
Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn,
Runt andas jag av fur och gran.
Här, på fuktigt lövverket umgås
Och leker, springer, babblar barn.
They say my people are descendants from a dragon and a fairy
who gave birth to 100 children
who later became known as the Vietnamese people.
My origins are a reflection of my ancestors.
Red, white, and blue
What does that mean to you?
To you red might symbolize love
But to me red symbolizes the blood
Mixed, muddy future as Mother Earth melts
Dirt becomes dirty by man’s touch
Who will pull the trigger first?
Those looking to protect
or defend
Love thy neighbor
Love thy brothers and sisters
Believer in Him or not
One cannot deny, Love thy neighbor
To love thy neighbor
To love thy brothers and sisters
One must open their hearts
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." -Statue of Liberty. New York. Independence Day, 1776.
Walls, rules.
All raised to keep out a refugee, an immigrant.
Obstacles, hoops.
Those who have always stood by,Have never stood up.Head down.Arms crossed.Stay safe,Stay alive.When they heard the cries they stepped aside.“It’s not my place”This is how they justified.Head down. Arms crossed.Stay safe,Stay alive.When they saw th
The sky growls angrily
And makes the world dim
Roaring through the shaky Earth
Casting war below him
The inky waves under the reigning sky collide and crash
What can you tell me?Is this the land of the free?If I enter a store,Will you search me all o’re?
It’s okay, I understand.To your fear,I fear,I have lent a hand.
You see…
I’m just a lonesome soul on a dark path
I’ve had my toll I’ve felt the wrath
Barely ever seen light on hells path
Telling the untold story of my childhoodRewinding the despicable memories that withdraws me from fully happinessTo me when I was a little girlpeace meant warand joy meant agony, because it came with sacrifices Rewind.......... Back to the time w
