Every Dawn
D C G
They never knew
you worked for years to get us here.
Walking twenty
miles a day to sell your wares.
With a needle and
the thread long past midnight
And every
morning that dawned you would start it all again.
And then the
dawn came and finally you escaped.
He bought a
house where you could stay
Your hands they
slapped the masa into three meals a day
And you nietoes
grew up in the language of this strange place.
And then one
day you broke your wrist and everything changed
The body you once
knew began to fail.
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