Your life is like a struggling solo army
fighting the unfamiliar and dark phantoms in your head
When you speak, faces smirk, mouths mimick
When you try to fit in, there's no hope
'Cos you become a pear in a critical world of perfect apples
An immigrant tends to be a number,
the person behind the number seems to be ignored
Yet they yearn for acceptance
Do you think there is no reason for our departure?
To come to the land of opportunity.
Instead you leave us to deal with Homesickness
letting it gradually devour our well being
We slowly become familiar with an unfamiliar territory
Don't you know we can bring your life a whole new culture?
Immerse you into a completly different lifestyle
Ingross you with our own diverse world
Your part is simple
so so simple
Mould that one pear, into a new shining apple.
You'll be suprised just how much, your little box will change.



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