I’m the son of a convicted felon
An orphan living without love
They sent me to the river
The one they always spoke of
So who you gonna’ blame?
I came over on a boat
But my mom died along the way
We were put in a camp
All we could do was pray
Will he know my name?
I could go back
Or I could stay
I once was a child
Now I’m just a stray
I see the lantern gleaming
And I’m huddled at its feet
This land was meant to be free
But there’s no food on the street
You couldn’t get a job
Then they laid you off
They wouldn’t give you a raise
Now you hate your boss
Is that why you’re mad I came?
The sun was shrouded
By your darkness
The moon was drowning
In my tears
The oceans were boiling
From your anger
The mountains were falling
Because of our fears
Should I go back
Or I should I remain
I once was a child
Now I’m just a stain
I cried when I saw the flag
Who did they die for?
Those who were already here
Or me to fight in the next war?
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
I’m the son of a convicted felon
An orphan living without love
They sent me to the river
The one they always spoke of
So who you gonna’ blame?
I came over on a boat
But my mom died along the way
We were put in a camp
All we could do was pray
Will he know my name?
I could go back
Or I could stay
I once was a child
Now I’m just a stray
I see the lantern gleaming
And I’m huddled at its feet
This land was meant to be free
But there’s no food on the street
You couldn’t get a job
Then they laid you off
They wouldn’t give you a raise
Now you hate your boss
Is that why you’re mad I came?
The sun was shrouded
By your darkness
The moon was drowning
In my tears
The oceans were boiling
From your anger
The mountains were falling
Because of our fears
Should I go back
Or I should I remain
I once was a child
Now I’m just a stain
I cried when I saw the flag
Who did they die for?
Those who were already here
Or me to fight in the next war?
This isn't about amnesty; it's about reality
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