At the anteroom of heaven,
The land of the Free,
The wealthy kingdom beyond those mountains afar
May the eyes that see you want you
May they smile in adoration –
By how handsome a soul you are.
And when you dine with the royals
In your new home
Forget not your bond,
The seasons we looked –
To the stars for bread.
At heaven’s anteroom
The home of the Free
Never forget –
Whose you are
Our little Princess.
In search of happiness
I leap for the great heavens
A home for the haves and have-nots
Where, the mind rests from all troubles.
In search of hope
I must conquer the frigidness of my own kind
Do battle with the desert demons
Though my feet buckle
And my vision wobbles
Though a great length to endure
Onwards, I pursue.
In search of liberty
Wild as the earth’s expanse
To walk the glowing streets
Where opportunities appease like a freewill offering
Forsake all my present evil, I must
For ten thousand miles I cannot tell.
In search of my treasures therefore
Let me conquer these borders, I pray
Though fenced by sturdy tongues
Nothing must impair the call
“Yes! Sweet Paradise”
Onwards I go, the place of rest.