They say ignorance is bliss
so I hate this place more every day
Cause it’s started to ruin me
In the most beautiful way.
I joined PC for adventure
a bit of a genuine thrill
Searching for my genuine life
the one I was meant to fulfill.
I thought all I’d learn was a kernel
of well worn wisdom or two
but I got much more than I bargained
I received a hope lesson too.
There’s a girl-child named Hope at school
and she wants to go to the U.S.
Her English skills need work,
But I’m hopeful nonetheless.
Hope wants to go to that place
that place I was too blind to see
she wants to go to my homeland
the land of opportunity.
Cause Hope crumpled up a map
Of Kyrgyzstan; her life and her home.
Looked in my eye with a smile
and said, ‘It’s rocket fuel’ when it was shown.
She made my idle hands,
into fierce, cutting machines.
Now they’re forging a path through the jungle
to a place she has yet to see.
They’re cutting a path to my homeland
That place I used to disdain.
It’s so strange to see her grief,
such yearning can’t be feigned.
I can’t walk Hope’s path for her,
But I can clear it a bit
make it a measure easier
so not every obstacle is hit.
Twas no hindrance to carry my heart
even diving into this rough.
Getting myself out was fine
but bringing back Hope will be tough.