WHERE I AM FROM
Twenty years ago...
A young mother gave birth to a beautiful baby girl
Somewhere down east of San Juan and west of Santo Domingo
All of the gold of the world is what she was worth
Once born it was said that angels would follow her wherever she would go
Together they sailed up the North Atlantic Ocean
And far across the Sargasso Sea
As the ocean winds were blowing
They were blowing straight towards me
For a brand new start the sea did part
As the angels prayed for her return
While sitting in the dark awaiting a change of heart
Inside the church the candles still burned
When the angels tried to follow
They searched for but could not find her
At least that is how the story is told
On top of Pico Duarte the people still speak
Of their great sorrow
How great things once were
What they once had yet could not hold
Someone told me that if you listen by the ocean
You can hear the island cry
As if reminiscing a final parting
Without ever saying goodbye
Still others say that when the shores get windy
Down along the coast of the West Indies
The sky is calling for her to come home
It's been said that when the waves begin crashing
It is the island's way of asking
Why did this magical child ever leave her all alone?
Yet where I am from we often say
That your loss can be another's gain
Here it is sunny while somewhere there is rain
Let the winds cry
Let the ocean sigh
Let the angels fly
Let the island say goodbye
For they will never have this girl
Some may point to me and say I steal
Given time their pain will heal
Love knows no bounds...
Fate became sealed
I will always know just how I feel...
I wouldn't change it for the world