Through the blue door, I hope to see
a wonderful world meant for me

I hate to see my old country,
it makes me sad that it’s just me,
I miss all my family

But this country is meant for me.
I made a friend called Ollie.
A massive smile will take me a mile.

I see a world of refugees, climbing the trees to escape the military.
Fighting and fighting, houses with no lighting.

No electricity in the house,
everyone talking as quiet as a mouse,
they’re super scared of the silent air.