Words and Music by Andy Daigle

Lyrics

My name is Michael and I’m six and a half
The promise of a new home is all that I have.
That’s why I’m riding on this train to a place I’ve never seen
They say it’s much better than the Hell I’ve been in. Whoa Whoa

My parents came from Ireland. From hunger they did flee.
They were starving when they got here. They had no food for me.
So I lived out on the streets in the trash of New York City.
As a boy there was no relief from a life so dark and gritty. Whoa Whoa

Chorus1:
Who will choose me today? Will they be kind to me?
My life has been so hard. Is this my chance to be free? to be free

They stand in their brown hats. The women stare and sigh.
When they poke at my bones, I look for kindness in their eyes.
I’m wearing store bought clothes and a smile that I fakin’
Stand tall with my courage to look like I’m worth takin’. Whoa Whoa

Chorus2:
Do they want me as a son or as a slave to their dirt?
I don’t know how to dig but they tell me I’ll learn, tell me I’ll learn.

My name is Michael and I’m six and a half.
I’ve got my mom’s gold locket and a picture of my dad.
I’ll carry these things with me to help me on my way.
I think I’ll be happy now. I’ll see a better day, a better day.

My name is Michael and I’m six and a half
The promise of a new home is all that I have.