Hush now,
Go to sleep.
Mama’s here now.

One day,
There be a world for you and me,
and The ones like us.

One where the government,
Understands it’s people.
One without the doubts of day to day,
Where you won’t be hungry anymore, sweet child of mine.

Someday,
Daddies won’t leave.
They’ll stand by there responsibility,
Stand by there own little miracle.

Someday,
We’ll find that place.
Though hidden from view,
It’s there.

Maybe it’s the coldest crevice of a rich man’s heart,
Maybe it’s buried beneath the hate.
But we have to believe,
Because if we don’t,
Who will?