The Architecture of a smile

I am a girl wondering what it feels like to wear a white coat of my own.

Like the first snow falling on a new York street,

I dream of a tomorrow I hope 

will come. I work so hard to earn a seat at the table, 

While only the night knows the tears on my face.

I've been called silly, told i was worth nothing,

A pain that was aching deep in my heart.

That I came from a faraway land, saying 

goodbye, 

Travelling across the world to reach for the starts.

Sometimes my dream feels unreachable, 

But my heart tells me I can't give up now.

In a world of strangers, I felt that I might not succeed.

Conversation I couldn't understand, And the silence that grows when money 

is tight.

But i want to lend my hand and help others,

To find the strenght to pursue this running start.

Then came a saver in a write shirt, giving me the oxygen of a new tomorrow.

I will never forgot that bright, write snow

The color of a uniform, and the color of a smile.