I think I am doing alright
Where do I come from?
A place far away was my home.
Why do I roam?
For the freedom in my soul
For the dreams in my goal
Cross the big oceans
The journey I have been through
My dear friends
You would never have a clue
From a poverty-stricken place
A starved girl
To come this far
I think I am doing alright
With pride in my heart
My soul will never be sold
I think I am doing alright.
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