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When the door shuts behind me
The walls begin to crumble
The word hope as left my reach as it flies into the submessive dark
How did i get here?
In a world that is not perfect
We come here in hopes of a new life,we come here in hopes that we'll surive,but we're not welcomed here, we're pushed aside told,you come from the wrong country please leave or die.
I’m finally beginning to come to the terms with the fact
That I live in a world where most people would rather build a wall than a bridge
That dreams are not for children
Brought into the U.S.
barely lived a life
only two years old
Didn't have a voice
but now I pay the price
Don't see half my family
but I study every night
What good is having good grades
Our intentions are to find a better Life.
We come to this country to work that's all.
When we get here we are treated like bad people
We aren't given a chance to explain.
They take our rights away and throw them away.
