Honduras,
I stand with you
Even when my country covers her ears
I hear your cries

She remains complacent in her ways
Yet I shall help her recall
The Refugee Act of 1980

As you cross through frigid rivers
And walk through dense forest
With your families trailing behind you
Your hope blazes ahead of your journey
And I can see it,
The helping hand that we once swore to give

And as you continue your march to the border
While they rush to close your entry
I only wish that they could see it too.