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Letter to a Child / Passage
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Letter to a Child
Thrive, you must thrive. Be brave young man. Inevitable hardships lie ahead. Rocket ships, airships, ships to navigate life’s current.
Drown, you will drown, once or twice. But your fire will remain intact.
Pave, your own path, you must pave. The road less traveled by, they say illegal. Tell them that you are undocumented. Reacting to an antiquated system of broken laws, you are. On the verge of a new discovery, a pioneer, a pilgrim, a saint, and a sinner. Set sail.
Grow, you will grow, faster than your soul can carry you. You will grow to love your new tongue. It’s an acquired taste. You will grow to hate bigotry. Hell, you will give the naysayers hell.
Love, you will love. Suffer, because of our bonds we do suffer. Ethereal beauty lies within the ties that bind us. Protect those bonds with fierce conviction.
Thrive, you must thrive. Be brave young man. Inevitable hardships lie ahead. Rocket ships, airships, ships to navigate life’s current.
Drown, you will drown, once or twice. But your fire will remain intact.
Pave, your own path, you must pave. The road less traveled by, they say illegal. Tell them that you are undocumented. Reacting to an antiquated system of broken laws, you are. On the verge of a new discovery, a pioneer, a pilgrim, a saint, and a sinner. Set sail.
Grow, you will grow, faster than your soul can carry you. You will grow to love your new tongue. It’s an acquired taste. You will grow to hate bigotry. Hell, you will give the naysayers hell.
Love, you will love. Suffer, because of our bonds we do suffer. Ethereal beauty lies within the ties that bind us. Protect those bonds with fierce conviction.
Passage
Set sail.
On metal ships we ride.
Dragged across the earth.
To a new horizon, beneath a broken sky.
Inconsequential, our mistake.
Legalities of travel, we partake.
But we will overstay our day in the romanticized dream.
One small suitcase for the boys.
Mostly full of witnesses, toys.
Mom and Dad, they carry sin.
They carry Zihuatanejo, México within.
Set sail.
On metal ships we ride.
Dragged across the earth.
To a new horizon, beneath a broken sky.
Inconsequential, our mistake.
Legalities of travel, we partake.
But we will overstay our day in the romanticized dream.
One small suitcase for the boys.
Mostly full of witnesses, toys.
Mom and Dad, they carry sin.
They carry Zihuatanejo, México within.
