Going To America

Going to America “One’s country is the country where one fares best.” Greek Proverb It was from there to here Nowhere near, my dear And, from here to there It would appear We could never quite clear. So to stay back there was a life of drudge and fear And to move out was to cut the chord so dear. We dream a trip from there to here, It is far, nowhere near, we fly to another sphere But we are determined to go on, to persevere We overcome all obstacles and trounce fear. But, on occasion, we forget and yearn for the old home We drift into forbidden territory The land we left to search and wonder Gets hold of our heart, the tears flow, we regret and worry. Stay back with a steady job year after year Or move out and get lost, or labor up in towers, fields or ships, Work in mines or machines that press and grind or crush and bind Get lost in books or prayers and see the Truth come near Earning respect, wisdom, friends, some cash and cheer. No earthly power could commandeer the heart That seeks and strives and then wipes that diamond tear. So, we are here, my dear – we’ll never disappear We made a choice and we’ll keep it to the capstone year.