Melted Dreams
"Here come Santa Clause", sings the Ice Cream truck
The desert sun boils down in July
Barefooted children chasing their dreams
On streets made of dirt and not much luck
No hope and a tear in their eye
Fantasies melt like their ice cream
Tortilla made on a mesquite wood fire
Like Hell needed more flame
Makes their daily bread
Cactus thorns like barb wire
Beggars beg with no shame
Sleeping on the ground is their bed
A home for a stray dog and a cat or two
Everyone needs a friend now and then
Yesterday's tequila and empty beer cans
Licking wounds of what this old life can do
Reminds one of where they have been
Empty bellies, worn out pots and pans
Summer sun is Jalepeno hot
No water, lizards sweat in the shade
Dreams burn up in the fire
Lives are tied in a knot
No lights, electric bill was not paid
Hell on Earth, Ice Cream truck has a flat tire
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