Foreigner

 

I live in fear

Will they ever understand?

I stay in the rear

I always stand.

 

I will observe

From way back here

Until I get up the nerve

To get near.

 

I want to lose this accent

It is different from those around me

But all those wishes I sent

Came back; returned to me.

 

Maybe I should go back home

And leave this window of opportunity

Instead of feeling so alone

In quiet misery.

 

But I want to succeed

I want to get ahead

I don't feel I need

Many American friends.

 

Their are enough foreigners around

I can take my pick

I can match sound with sound

I don't have to feel sick.

 

If I can't handle not being

One with another crowd

I could always do some sight-seeing

And make myself proud.

 

It can always help me to see

The land of opportunity.