Time will change...

I left my country Venezuela when I was 8 years old.
Scaped from something unknown, something I didn't know what it was.
My dog, was the one I missed the most, Sebastian.
I couldn't forget about him, I couldn't forget about how many times I ignored him.
But whenever he saw me, he would always get happy to see me... But I was not... I left you.
He is probably dead now, and I was never there to see you go, to say "Good bye".
But now, I do... My dear friend, Good Bye. I hope you can remember me when I die, and go to see me. I dearly love you, con el corazon en la punta de mi alma, te lo digo sinceramente, cuanto te amo ahora y siempre. Pero corre, corre hasta que puedas ver las grandes montanas llenas de amor y felizidad, corre sebas, corre!

Still, the deepness of my pain is not yet defined.
I came to America not knowing who I was, or what I was looking for.
But if i knew, i would have stayed, i would have rejected this trip.
Now i face the consequences of what my family did to "help" me.
I'm illegal, i don't know what to do, as soon as i ended high school... I felt that my life ended with it.
Now, i'm one of the thousands of indocumented people in America.
My chances for me to be legalized are low, so i decided to leave America.
Move to Taiwan and go to a decent university, live witht he woman i love... But, will I be accepted there? Or will my suffering continue?
while my friends are succesfully going to college, i'm here stuck, trying to find out what to do with my life.
I want to leave America... Why? Because this is my home, i love my home too much i need to let it go.
I want to see life, I want to see happy faces, I want to see you.
Because at the end, we all come together.
And come apart...