Migrant

I was a lost boy I wasn't talkin' And I was so small I wasn't eatin' So I went on my own, my demons I'm beatin' Three years of silence, no walkin' no fightin' Up to LA, that's where I'm goin' Will I return, I can't say without knowin' I'll go on a boat, and then by a plane, and I'll get to the place where you live out your pain And you who tried t'shoot me down Where are you now? I have removed my gloves Nows the last time you scoff In the dark depths of winter, I wasn't cryin' But now we're in summer, I would be lyin' And I stole to eat, and eat I will And I shared it around, so we all had our fill Keep heading north, that's where I'm goin' I hope I return but there's no way of knowin' I'll go by a truck, down a long lane And I'll get to the place where you live out your pain And you who tried to push me back, Where are you now? I have made it down this long track So now you never can scoff I have been trying to write this for a very long time. If you are struggling it is from the perspective of a South American trying to reach the United States.