my life

Yo, he was just a kid, born in Jordan's sun,
Dreams big, thinking 'bout the things he could've done.
Streets of Amman, where the hustle never sleeps,
But he got that spark, man, his vision runs deep.
Packin' bags, family said it's time to go,
Belgium on the map, where the cold winds blow.
Chocolate dreams and waffles on the way,
But he’s ready to grind, yeah, he’s here to stay.
Chorus
From Jordan to Belgium, he’s making his mark,
Got the heart of a lion, igniting that spark.
Cultural blend, he’s living his dreams,
Breaking all the barriers, tearing at the seams.
Verse 2
New city, new vibe, but he’s finding his place,
Learning French and Dutch, gotta keep up the pace.
Parks in the sun, cycling through the lanes,
Street art and music, freedom in his veins.
Friends from all over, diversity’s the key,
Sharing stories of home, that’s how it’s gotta be.
Football in the evening, dribbling with flair,
From the deserts of Jordan to the city air.
Chorus
From Jordan to Belgium, he’s making his mark,
Got the heart of a lion, igniting that spark.
Cultural blend, he’s living his dreams,
Breaking all the barriers, tearing at the seams.
Bridge
Late nights, bright lights, chasing the stars,
No matter the distance, he’s raising the bars.
A journey of passion, resilience in flow,
Jordan to Belgium, watch this young boy grow.
Outro
So here’s to the dreamers, the ones who take flight,
From the sands of the desert to the city lights.
He’s got a story, and it’s just begun,
From Jordan to Belgium, the world’s his run.