Between Two Tongues

I sat at the wooden desk,

nine years old

Reading letters with words too bold They stared at the form with

quiet eyes While I spoke the language under western skies

(mhm) I was the bridge between two different shores

Opening windows and locking their doors

A child's voice in a grown-up key Translating the world they brought

me to see

(ahhh) At the clinic,

the bank, the grocery store

I was the voice they needed and more Two worlds in my

head, a delicate thread

Weaving the lines of everything said

I was the bridge between two different shores

Opening windows and locking their doors

A child's voice in a grown-up key Translating the world they brought

me to see

(ooh) Now I speak for myself

But I still hold their hand

Growing up

on the border

Of a promised land