§wimming 2 America [Home<not>Coming]

Hiding on the Mayflower, stowaway 
Smooth sailing 'til 'bout halfway 
But being discovered to my dismay 
Crying, as I pled: "Let Me stay!" 
-§till- B thrown overboard anyway 
§wimming 2 America, I Lost my Way 
 
Floating ~in Neptune's bed~ I lay 
Closing my eyes, beginning 2 pray 
"Wish a Wave would awaken," I say 
"ÖИΣ We could surf oh~so far away 
From Иü~Bermuda's Triangle Δ Bay" 
Never a Wave, either night or day 

§elfs asunder under skies of Grey 
Something catching my eyes in May 
Captivating, a brilliant Blue~Jay 
Flying down 2 tell Me I'll B "OK" 
§till unsure, what to make of USA 
Trusting Jay won't lead Me astray