Crossing the mighty river
No one could see them coming
To be free, to break away
That's what they had wanted
Tired and sleepy
Hiding and sprinting
They were in the lookout
They couldn't see it coming
Pregnant women
Crying children
Men leaving families
They can't help but wonder
What's waiting for them
Haven't eaten
Haven't slept
Haven't stopped thinking
Crossing the border
Wetbacks they call them
Dream seekers I call them
Because I saw them coming

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