Diary of a Migrant

The nights are slow
The thoughts are cold
You're waking every single night to hold
The dreams that you hold
You're weary
From the burdens of a troubled soul
You wrote a million CVs, a true lion
Yet its hard to get a job
You're one of a million
Who've been through the best schools
From the toil and sweat
Of a mum and dad who didn't go to school
Yet you keep on hoping
You keep on chasing
You keep on dreaming that
Tomorrow full of blessings
A graduate with no job
You're almost going crazy
Its heart-breaking
The weary look in the eyes of your dear mother
That's soul-hunting
You're day dreaming
Options not many
So you wanna run away
Your feet won't carry
You finally journey
Across a million miles
To a place with temperatures not really funny
It's cold and lonely
Yet its full of honey
You're constantly working
The bills are many
Mouths to feed are many
Phone calls are many
You stuck in the middle
Back home they're cursing
You're saying that you are trying
A lil' homie telling you
Grand, if iy hard, leave it
You've been out for a while
So you can't fit in
You cop a new ride, rollin
Still, it's an empty feeling
You suppress the feeling
A whole lot of adversities
Yet, you're now smiling
Cos you built a new house for mommy n daddy
N they moved in
The burden is reducing
A bitter-sweet feeling
Yet me n you embracing it
With no worries
With no worries
With no worries