Fighting with my conscience
where I am from is bright and sunny,
I have an intention...the intention to go somewhere far,
But am fighting with my conscience, I have no money.
The idea keeps nagging and nagging in my head,
Oh my God , my children need schooling...I know, I know! They must be fed.
I do not know how long the journey will take my children are left with, older siblings and
My family with he task all for love's sake.
I want to turn back when I see the big shiny bird...
but he feeling of trepidation would not allow me to utter a word.
Hoping against hope, I continue with my journey,
As the desire of new life in a new world beckons the thought of earning money.
I get to the end and begin to weep...
I weep for my children and for my life, when darkness falls and the night is silent,
I put my head down and I cannot go to sleep.
The thoughts of my homeland and love filled years of what I left behind,
The effortless tears flood my eyes and I m filled with fears.
All these thoughts keeps going around and around in my mind,
Not knowing if what I came in search of I'll ever find.