There was a man,
Who thought of a plan.
A plan to make life better for his future family,
so his kids wouldn't have to see true reality.

So got out of the country, and got on the plane.
Then he and his brothers arrived in the States.
All he had in his pocket was 23 dollars.
Had no place to sleep and received little help from others.

So he worked wherever and whenever he could,
Did what he had to get some food.
He worked all day with his hands and feet,
did what he had to because he had to eat.

And all that he thought about when he was alone,
Was his family back home.
His wife was still there during the revolution,
And all he could feel was fear and confusion.

But steel he pushed on even though it took 7 long years,
for his wife to finally get papers to come here.
They lived in DC, and he got a job.
He still pushed on when he got robbed.

When they had kids, he even started his own business,
He pushed on when he was diagnosed with cancer, not giving in to the illness.
He went back to school, even though he worked 2 jobs full-time,
He kept pushing on when his father died.

He finally won, he defeated poverty,
He owns a lot of land and a lot of property.
He is a great christian man, his faith is strong.
So he thanked God for what he had done.

There once was a man,
Who fulfilled is plan.
I love this man.
I love my dad.