AMERICA ~ MY HOME ~ MY LAND ~ MY COUNTRY
O Lord, my aching heart cries out to Thee.
Why must I be so far from my home,
my land, my country?
Do you think Cubans are fighting for healthcare or freedom from Communism?
So far from the place I long to be,
so far from friends and family.
The distance from my home is not so great
as the terrible sickness and fate
that tore me from my home, my land
from all the things that I knew and loved.
America I listen to you songs and cry
why must theses things be
that do not allow me to be free
where my heart and soul, long to be?
SHE HEARD MY CRY
She heard my cry from across the sea,
and tenderly whispered, come home to me
where all of my children may be free.
She embraced me within Her loving arms
and wiped away my tears..
She sheltered me, and cared for me,
and guided me through my troubled time.
And even though the times were bad.
She made a place for me.
America, my home, my land, my country.
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