A tribute to my Scottish friend
She left her homeland at 15
Uncertain she'd be back again
Following her father's dream
They came, all, to America...
strangers on a foreign shore
Frightened was young Nicola
When they moved to Baltimore
They left their friends and relatives
They left the ones that needed them
Some understood, said
Let them live
Others, out of fear, condemned
They came, all, to America...
land of the free and home of the brave
They found their independence
On the billow of a western wave
And now you're here
The past is like a dream
You're not free
You're somewhere in between
Oh, Nicola
perhaps you need a change of scene
Your strength has traveled overseas
You've been around for
those you love
Your spirit's like a salty breeze
A sadness you won't rise above
But don't hate those
whose lives look pure...
they can't begin to realize
For emptiness there is no cure
Our only hope's to empathize
And you are true
To those who need you most
So don't be blue
The future's brighter than it seems
Oh Nicola
we all could use a change of scene
We all could use a change of scene

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