that there are some misconceptions
The wailing of the mothers
and the ramrod pride of stature in
the fathers as they learn about the lies
The ugly perpetration of a
as they went towards the last
who were caught up in the circle
And all they really want is a better life
we won't see them when they're falling
when their bones are bleaching white
No absolution for those families
of those journeys in their visions
they were fast becoming ripe
And in the end, their sad discovery
was not all the brightest light.
and wring the hands of our contrition.
to change this vile condition.
While bugs and predators,
they leave the minute traces.
The politicians are concerned
I can see the sky emblazoned
With the majesty of God's colossal fire
Night and day they travel to El Norte
From a hovel in the hopes
To feed their wives and children
Who are trapped inside a prison
Without the chance to rise up any higher
In their country they're forgotten
They're considered misbegotten
increase the cost of fire
And were they concerned at all
that would fund their meager hours
Did any one of them know this is
they insisted on persistence
And the money was achieved
The scorching sun had soon undone
what it did for life was left alone
they just forgot their names
and make the right decisions
it leaves us inconsolable
We have to gravitate toward the light
that the cause of this attrition
Is the selfishness we all want to deny
We speak in different languages
that magnify the anxiousness
We are frightened of our brothers
Convinced that they're the others
Chillin' out with only our own kind
That's the tragic station
where this planet's only nation
And if you're not then surely we will die
We won't see them when they're falling
when their bones are bleaching
of those journeys in their visions
that were fast becoming bright
And in the end their sad dis covery
was not all the brightest light
and wring the hands of our condition
to change this vile condition
they leave in the minutrices
The politicians are concerned
