Dear Sir, what’s your story?
I left the golden island for streets of gold. I left the warm beach for cold concrete. I left hopelessness for a chance at happiness. I left empty pockets and took a chance with these empty hands. Family? I left a daughter and a little one on the way. I came to make it. I came to the land of dreams. I came again and again just like you. Your eye? I didn’t want to ask. Vision’s perfect – 20/20 times two.