Run, hurry, don't stop
We can't let our hope drop
There's a future waiting up ahead
Can't turn out dead
Danger lurking around
Stay close to the ground
Don't separate from one another
Just a bit farther
The home left behind
But got to keep it out of mind
Thirst and hunger, there's less energy
No, move on, even if empty
The desert seems endless
Trapped in a tremendous mess
Seems to have no end
Death has become a close friend
Got one injured when fell
Another ill, not feeling well
The number decreases
Left downhearted and in pieces
Heat is killing
Blood is spilling
We have risked it all
We cannot fall
Could this be what goes through immigrants' minds as they cross the border?