The Immigrants Song

There is a song that I was forced to hear

The voices were often lined with not love, but neither hate

This song is known far and near

This song was never recieved with much love, but neither hate

You would not know this song

Or would you?

I was a kid when I first came to know this song, I was young

This song handed me responsibilites, which came too soon

Documents, papers, money

This all screamed at me, telling me to take care of it

It spoke a language that mommy could not decipher, was not funny

All of it, my brain could not wrap around, yet made it fit

I could not tell the specific age

In which I had to think like an adult

But I know a lot of others were, and are, on the same page

My brain, instints, knowledge often collided and fought

Now that I am older than I am meant to be

I can see that I have helped me and my family

I hope that I will soon see

That this was all meant to be