Two Different Worlds
Walking along the beach beneath a star-spangled sky,
Yearning for my home and native land,
I hold you tightly with a tear in my eye,
For you could never possibly understand.
You and I live in two very different worlds,
Afraid that they might one day collide,
We long for the day the flags are unfurled,
Old Glory and the Maple Leaf, flying side by side.
Dancing together upon the sandy dunes,
To a song only our hearts shall hear,
You point out to me a low-hanging moon,
On a summer night so crystal clear.
When I see the flag or hear the song,
The passion in my heart still burns.
I can only look to the north and silently long,
For a land to which I can never return.
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