i have to find a way, to stay here.
no matter what i do my heart just crosses the water.
i don't know if it belongs on the other side of the shore,
but my feet are still on this side.
how is there such a disconnect.
it makes me think about what the immigrants coming through ellis island must've felt.
they still hadn't arrived.
they would stare out this window and see more water that needed crossing.
how would they get there,
they longed to be free.
just like me.
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