Same girl, Different world

Once upon a time, in a world where she thinks there is no hard

There is a girl who was raised in a farm

All she ever knew was that a rooster was her alarm

And that one day she would travel afar

Filled with gravel and feeling rather grey

The long journey awaits

Alas the girl found herself in another world

So different for such a little girl

They call it the land of the free

But the only thing she sees is a bunch of unfamiliar streets

Ready to make anyone unaware scream

She looks up at her father who doesn’t seem to be bothered

And says “Where are we?”

He answers “We are free”