I weaved a nest
Out of the things they threw away
And I made a home for my children to say
He created an earth so large
So great
Hoping one day
The Gods will appreciate
The waste they threw a way
The Garden of Eden was no place to stay
Adam
I know your pain
I, too, had to do the same
To free myself and children alike
To start fresh
A new life
I too had to be
Immigrant
But free
