Outside my window,
My neighbors.
Immigrants.
They're limited, but "free".
Limited, but "equal".
Limited, I agree.
All men are said to be treated equal,
That's what they say.
All men are said to be treated equal,
There's absolutely no way.
My immigrant neighbors,
They treasure fear.
Their fear of deportation,
Their fear of separation.
If equality is real,
Why aren't they given their rights?
If equality is real,
Why don't they live fearless nights?
Nights with sweet dreams,
Just like me.
Why are my neighbors fearful,
Why do they have to be?
There’s no point,
Really in life,
There’s no point,
If from fear they don’t rise.
My neighbors.
A mother, and her daughter,
Her brother, and her father,
Live under a law,
The law of fear.
You can tell in their eyes,
For they are in ache.
They are always conscious,
They are always awake.
One afternoon,
I saw a brown truck pull up to their house,
Then out came five men,
And I never saw my neighbors again.
Their car is now gone,
Their home is alone,
And their garden is dead.
The trees are all dried,
The sidewalk is cracked,
And the silence has spread.
The fear that was once there,
Is not there anymore.
I must change my clothes,
For visitors shouldn’t see me in this dirty blouse.
Before I pick out my shirt,
I hear a loud “thunk”!
My body quickly flinched,
And my heart quickly sunk.
I close my eyes…
When I open them again,
I don’t see the five men.
I don’t see my mother,
Or my five year old brother.
Where are they taking me,
I don’t have a clue.
I sit there still and wonder,
“I might be going home too.”
"Back Home"
Limited, I agree.
All men are said to be treated equal,
That's what they say.
All men are said to be treated equal,
That's what they say.
All men are said to be treated equal,
There's absolutely no way.
My immigrant neighbors,
They treasure fear.
Their fear of deportation,
Their fear of separation.
If equality is real,
Why aren't they given their rights?
If equality is real,
Why don't they live fearless nights?
Nights with sweet dreams,
Just like me.
Why are my neighbors fearful,
Why do they have to be?
There’s no point,
Really in life,
There’s no point,
If from fear they don’t rise.
My neighbors.
A mother, and her daughter,
Her brother, and her father,
Live under a law,
The law of fear.
You can tell in their eyes,
For they are in ache.
They are always conscious,
They are always awake.
One afternoon,
I saw a brown truck pull up to their house,
Then out came five men,
And I never saw my neighbors again.
Their car is now gone,
Their home is alone,
And their garden is dead.
The trees are all dried,
The sidewalk is cracked,
And the silence has spread.
The fear that was once there,
Is not there anymore.
There’s nothing left there,
And now they’re back home.
My neighbors are gone.
I see the same truck,
Pulling up to my house.
I must change my clothes,
For visitors shouldn’t see me in this dirty blouse.
Before I pick out my shirt,
I hear a loud “thunk”!
My body quickly flinched,
And my heart quickly sunk.
I close my eyes…
When I open them again,
I don’t see the five men.
I don’t see my mother,
Or my five year old brother.
Where are they taking me,
I don’t have a clue.
I sit there still and wonder,
“I might be going home too.”
You can tell in their eyes,
For they are in ache.
They are always conscious,
They are always awake.
One afternoon,
I saw a brown truck pull up to their house,
Then out came five men,
And I never saw my neighbors again.
Their car is now gone,
Their home is alone,
And their garden is dead.
The trees are all dried,
The sidewalk is cracked,
And the silence has spread.
The fear that was once there,
Is not there anymore.
There’s nothing left there,
And now they’re back home.
My neighbors are gone.
I see the same truck,
Pulling up to my house.
I must change my clothes,
For visitors shouldn’t see me in this dirty blouse.
Before I pick out my shirt,
I hear a loud “thunk”!
My body quickly flinched,
And my heart quickly sunk.
I close my eyes…
When I open them again,
I don’t see the five men.
I don’t see my mother,
Or my five year old brother.
Where are they taking me,
I don’t have a clue.
I sit there still and wonder,
“I might be going home too.”
My body quickly flinched.
And my heart quickly sunk.
I close my eyes…
When I open them again,
I don’t see the five men.
I don’t see my mother,
Or my five year old brother.
Where are they taking me,
I don’t have a clue.
I sit there still and wonder,
“I might be going home too.”