The Good life

As my parents strived for a better life they walked a far distance,
The United States wasn’t as close as it seemed,
They walked and walked with the beam of light
They knew that one day it would be right,
Days darkened and the wind blew the leafs
And as they viewed there was nothing but trees
They prayed and prayed on their knees,
But time passed by and days have changed,
They remembered that one day,
Never again it was set to be,
But one day it meant to be seen,
They lived a happy life after all the struggles,
They now knew they were out of trouble

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