Home, the one place where I don't feel alone.

Where the blue crystal skies

& the green hills lie.

Is where I want to be.

If only I was in Italy.

The fresh clean air

and the soft wind in my hair

Make me feel at ease

If I could, I would never leave

But Brooklyn is where I must be.

Although, knowing where you going

is knowing where you're coming from

& I come from the place

where the sun is in your face.

But I also come from the place

where the beach is your backyard

Life isn't all that easy, it's actually kind of hard.

Puerto Rico- you're where my heart is.

All the times I had with you when I was such a little kid.

You'll be with me forever,

when it gets hard.

& when the hard gets better.

Ireland, oh, the stories that I hear

Of how beautiful you are.

the hills and hills of grass

and how the time can just pass

the sweet smell of nature

Its something you can't deny.

You don't want to leave so badly, you almost want to cry.

This is where I come from.

There's more than what meets the eye.

You have to look deep inside.

To see, where someones true beauty lies

I'm proud of who I am.

As I go through life saying "I can"

as long as I follow my dreams

even through the pain and screams.

I might not know where I'm going, but I know where I come from.