A Husband’s Shoes

Trapped in the country of the free
Will I ever be? We shall see, we shall see
In this prison since I was a young child
The fear is much more than mild
To provide for a family in this country
Trying to keep them from going hungry
On a low paying job
Hated by the mob
Reform is what this country does need
So my family I can safely feed
To have a career and pursue my dreams
So that the American Dream can be what it seems
12 million understand the shoes I walk in
12 million understand the frustration within
Feeling like we belong to a country, a nation
That wants us on the next bus to a TJ station
I want freedom and my family to be treated with respect
Instead of this harsh life we live the life of a reject
We look to our Nation's leader for Hope
Awaiting the day we will no longer have to cope

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