"My father, came from Japan, in 1905 He was fifteen when he, immigrated from Japan He, he, he worked until he was able to buy To actually build a store" Let me tell you a story in the form of a dream I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? And when my time is up, have I done enough? (The orphanage) (Will they tell your story?) (Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?) Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory

That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.