Letras
He came into this country with the clothing that he wore
And nothing in his hand
He left behind his village his people and his history
To be a stranger in this land
He had his wife and his children to provide for
But he had faced great obstacles before
But when they stopped him at the counter and they took away his name
They had taken something more
And we are strangers
Standing on the shore of uncertainty
With one foot on the sea of history
And one foot on the sand
Planning our way
Pretending that we can plan a mystery
Until something finally helps us see
We are strangers in this land
He worked sorting mail 'til he could start his own deli
In a storefront- where they lived upstairs
When the War broke out they were looked on with suspicion
They were different- that's all anybody cares
And the storm clouds gathered over Europe there were rumors but who could ever tell
When it was all said and done every one he'd ever known
Would be burned in the Nazi fires of Hell
We are refugees and dissidents fortune seekers fugitives
Seeking the horizon of the hope that we pursue
We are former slaves and servants released into this wilderness
Looking for the home that we once had but never knew
And we wander through this wasteland bearing promises
And we wonder "Is it wise we came?"
And we glance into the eyes of every stranger
To find the one who still remembers our true name