Keiran(I know this song is about George W Bush, but it’s impossible not to think/ask the same things these days.)
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me.
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
‘No child is left behind’?
We’re not dumb, and we’re not blind
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the First Lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you ’bout hard work:
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ’bout hard work:
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you ’bout hard work:
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you ’bout hard work, hard work, hard work
You don’t know nothing ’bout hard work, hard work, hard work
Ooh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You’d never take a walk with me,
Would you?
