Guatemala, a place like home,
Where the bright sun wakes me up,
And volcanoes standing like guardians watching over me.
Markets bursting with colors louder than fireworks,
hearing the earth’s hum beneath my feet,
with the mourning memories I carry.
Guatemala, a place like home,
My love for this place couldn’t fill the ocean twice.
Joy begins like a fire,
That can warm a thousand winters at once.
The taste of happiness is so strong,
It can fill the entire sky.
Guatemala,
is home no matter how far I am