Good country

It’s a good country

My family came here with secrets and bad dreams

Ones I inherited from my parents

Dreams of war and starving

Of being unforgiven and left behind

But the bad dreams of the past never seemed to come true

It’s a good country

Gives you solitude when you need it

Days and days of silence

Listening to music on the bus

Being alone and no one thinks it is strange

It forgives you when you lose your job or can’t study

And doesn’t mind when I want to be different

It’s a good country

I know it very well

It is always inside, everywhere I go

And it knows when to let go too

It doesn’t mind