Cuban-American

Verse I:

In 1960, it was time to flee,

soul searching, it thrust me out of my country.

I hope you’ll understand and see,

that I just couldn’t stomach the injustice around me.

Chorus:

I remember the raft that seemed as flimsy as my hope,

I grabbed the rope,

and held on tight,

as I knew my freedom fight

had just begun,

and days later, I held the Florida sun!

Verse II:

Cause’ I’m not an just an ex refugee,

I tasted freedom and earned a college degree.

I’m proud to be a Cuban-American,

where I sing my story of liberty

to my grandkids braced on my knee.

Chorus:

I remember the raft that seemed as flimsy as my hope,

I grabbed the rope,

and held on tight,

as I knew my freedom fight

had just begun,

and days later, I held the Florida sun!

Tag:

Days later, I held the Florida sun.