My Home
Land To Land
I Flown
To A Place Unknown
A Place Of Blue Skies
Of Many Lights
Memories Disappear
With Tears Without A Cry
America They Call It
A Place of Blue Skies
Of Many Lights
Land Of Opportunities
With Many Possibilities
Friends Appear
Laughter With Sounds
This Was New
America My Home
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My country