Havana

I left Havana in a boat
It's just plywood and six oil barrels that keep me afloat
I say I love you but I don't

I have to runaway to survive
I have a dream to stay alive
They killed my parents and watched me cry

Don't stare at me... I am no different than you
I am just tattered, torn and black and blue

Your country called so I had no choice but to escape
I hope that freedom exists for me amongst the landscape

I will try hard to settle in and not be afraid
Get a job, an apartment and make my own way