They have left behind their country,
Some of them by plane,
Some of them by boat,
Others less fortunate only have their legs
And do not hesitate to use them.
They have traveled with hope,
Hope to live a normal life,
Just they want to work,
Just they want to study,
Just they want to eat something
at the end of the day.
They have carried their diplomas with them,
Their knowledge and experience too,
Their Diplomas are still into the battered suitcases,
Their knowledge gets older with them,
Just their experience is prepared,
Ready to bright again.
Sometimes they dream to go back,
Go back to their loved Venezuela
They know is just a dream,
Go back is not a real possibility.
Go back means misery,
Hungry, poverty and death.