They step out of
Their place in the wood
Trying to look neat
Trying to look good...
Thoughts race back
To a time
When they had a home
An' all was fine...
Three children go
From family to family
Just to go to school
They try each days end to see..
His job has gone
By way of the South
Now each day, it's eat
Han' to mouth...
They look ahead
Towards tomorrow
Hope there'll be
One less day of sorrow...
Shelters are filled
With people from Mexico
Now there are fewer places
US citizens can safely go...
Each night before they sleep
They lift up a plea
God oh please God
Shelter our family...
JJSweets 20Oct20 21:18 hrs
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