Irish P3/3: Awakening to an American Dream. ISRC-CB-GWT-26-00320

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Awakening to an American Dream [Intro — Irish fiddle and tin whistle, brief and memorable] [Verse 1 — Male, warm and reflective] You called me to witness your glittering world, Promised a future, a dream unfurled. Pennsylvania welcomed me in style, A private-club dinner, a gracious smile. You sent me tickets, planned every day, I thought my work would light the way. [Verse 2 — Male, building tension] Fifty scholars gathered to hear my name, The president gave me five minutes of fame. Six departments wanted what I knew, But something was wrong beneath the view. They needed my knowledge, my expertise, Yet no real position was promised to me. [Chorus — Male lead, soft female echoes] You showed me a dream beneath American skies, A world full of promise, a future so bright. But the door that stood open was closed in the end, And a welcome can vanish when truth comes to light. I won't trade my freedom for a borrowed name, I won't bind my life to a bargain made. I came for a future, believing the dream— Then I woke to the truth of what lay in between. [Verse 3 — Male, firmer rhythm] New Jersey came, then Washington, More interviews, but no place to belong. Seven positions, Americans alone, My hopes grew cold as the truth was shown. At Christmas, the message cut deep to the bone: Marry for a green card, or go on alone. [Bridge — Sparse guitar, lonely fiddle] I won't look back, I won't remain, I will not build my life on pain. The dream I chased has slipped away; I'll find my own road from this day. [Final Verse — Male, quieter and intimate] A month later, on my birthday, An American woman asked me to stay. I left without answering her hand— Love isn't freedom if it's part of a plan. [Final Chorus — Both voices, restrained emotional lift] You showed me a dream beneath American skies, A world full of promise, a future so bright. But a door that stood open was closed in the end, And a welcome can vanish when truth comes to light. I won't trade my freedom for a borrowed name, I won't bind my life to a bargain made. I came for a future, but now I can see— The road to my future belongs to me. [Outro — Male alone, fiddle fading] The dream may be gone, But the choice is still mine.