The big city is beautiful
Not as beautiful as the man I met
He was a native to a beautiful home
As a child from promises that weren’t kept

His father was a prisoner of war long ago
The United States kept a promise
A father made a new life here in a beautiful state that is open to all
This father Ukrainian died not long ago

Maybe United States kept their promise
California is a state of their own
Who took in many and forgot some
Now a native from a father who was given promises
Can’t return home to the life he once owned