I came to America as an immigrant
Remembering the first time I touched the land
I was anxious, I was mystified
I was optimistic, yet sad, and fearful
I asked myself the question; "do I really belong here"?
I lived in New York, the melting pot
The mysterious spirit with contrasting faiths
The city that never sleeps...
It is the land where many heroes have touched my life
It is the land I find full of promises
Challenging, exciting, and inspiring others
It is a mystic land, offering freedoms
Still I ask myself the question, "do I really belong here'?
Days go by ... I begin to blend in
Leaving my families and friends thousands of miles behind
I didn't know how much I would care.
Even though life here is not as easy as I thought
I was able to find what I was searching for.
This country is generous,
So very liberal,
Wondrously prosperous,
So lovingly considerate,
This country is precious,
And this country is united.
I became an American citizen and found that I do belong here.
On September the 11th, the sky was calm
While a ruthless wave rolled upon an unsuspecting shore
I was shocked, I was furious, I was speechless
And I mourned after moments of silence
I felt the pain as those born American do
And proudly salute my new homeland forever.