American the land of dreams and life
The world of thoughts and lies
The time of human race
But just one fit the grace
The world of black and white
We know who rule the right
AMERICAN WAS ALWAYS AMERICAN TO ME THEY PROTEST THEIR HUMAN RIGHT
American the land of freedom and immigrant
Or so their stories told
They will welcome you with open hand
Because you need their help
The time of slaves has past
But some still do remains
They look at you with pain
Indeed I need their help
AMERICAN WAS ALWAYS AMERICAN TO ME THEY PROTEST THEIR HUMAN RIGHT
Their smile was hard but cold
But still I need a gold
My kinds turn their backs
Because I’m the immigrant
American the land of freedom and immigrant
Or so their story told
They welcome me with cold at heart
Because I need their help
Thu, October 18, 2007
