to drag their fingers through the sand
trapped in a home that’s not their land
they never could have seen the light of day
just figures forming in the mist
their stories end without a twist
well, no one ever thought that they could stay
but what if we had given them a way?
the promises that they exchanged,
the wins and losses that they gained,
whoever said that was not worth a life?
for all their days of suffering and strife…
