We head off with suit case and dreams in the same hand
To an unknown world leaving behind our paternal land
Seeking progression in the form of migration
With humble hearts and determination
The open sea is wide, innocence in a sense our guide
Setting course on an open stride, hoping to glide
Fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers all as one
Reaching for the skies from out of the slum
A wife and a husband, a daughter and son
Individuals but together for the collective sum
Hope is high and cheers abound the moons dancing
The twirl of the gowns against sounds of the prancing
The ship is singing the water swaying to the rhythms
We glee for freedom, and the chorus is within us
No longer oppressed by the powers that be, at last!
On new currents setting sail for a new world to cast
Headed for land no longer lingering over the past
Finally the day is here, dreams are found; the land of plenty
Is bountiful and beautiful as expected
Naïve eyes see dreams and everything else is neglected
Because you see what is isn’t really presented
Fooled by the promise and lost in the statement
Not realizing…freedom is expensive
The sons of foreign lands pay the cost for parliament
Freedom no longer privileged, but something expected