Crossing the border, not being buried six feet below   

Otherwise cover with dust is why I pick up the pencil & paper 

who can't .  Dark night, dehydration, death at side of 

them Rejection they've endured. Is why I pick up the 

pencil 

Family left behind 

Soul and mind in the lost and found 

"Illegal alien" on repeat 

Is why I pick up the pencil for those who can't

Blood is shed every step of the way 

No way back or all goes lost 

Is why I pick up the pencil and paper for those who can't 

Prescence of police 

Hearts stop beating 

American Dream is now payed with 

Death or humiliation 

Finding a way to happiness is crossing and being alive 

On the other side 

Is why I pick up the pencil and paper for those who can't