I sit still among the weary, huddled masses longing for a place to rest,
My leg bounces rapidly, filled with anticipation and anxiety,
My brother wakes and tugs my hand, a whisper to my ear,
I tell him we come from a place once called home, now just a terror,
But soon, there would be more to see and more to do,
That our lives would change with this new land,
That our hearts could fill with joy once again,
That we would be happier soon,
That we came to escape a life of dread,
Leaving our pain in the wind.