White Crosses

Well I packed all of my things into this blanket



To call this year to earn coyotes fill



Kiss my wife and kids goodbye choke back the quiver in my breath



And took my first steps into this corridor of death







If IÔÇÖm lucky I will make it to a drain



With 500 of my brothers, I would share the strain



Of standing in this boxcar praying for rain



ItÔÇÖs the only the way we will quench our thirst







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In these gardens of white crosses



Growing in the California sand



In these gardens of white crosses



We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand







If we make it past the border, we will scatter



Vanish just like smoke in autumn wind



I will run until my color will not matter



HopinÔÇÖ I can find some work or possibly a friend







There are others who have made it here



They will show me how to find a job and a place to lay my head



And I cannot be concerned with dreams of my children



For there are 5 others in line for my bed







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In these gardens of white crosses



Growing in the California sand



In these gardens of white crosses



We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand







I will gladly pick your peaches or clean your hotel rooms



I will do the jobs American wonÔÇÖt do



With cell phones to their heads and $700 dollar shoes



I will risk my life ÔÇ˙cause itÔÇÖs all I have to lose







Let the devil in the mountains promise me a ride



Found an 18 wheeler and put all of us inside



And just outside of victory, 19 of us died



None of our bodies hit the floor







And so my wife she still wonders when IÔÇÖm coming home



The riches that I promised her for leaving her alone



I said I would send her all that I could save



But I ended up in California in an unknown grave







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In these gardens of white crosses growing in the California sand



In these gardens of white crosses we are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand



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