Our Own Refugees
We need to hear their stories
Each and every one
Instead of looking down on them
We should help to pick them up
Underneath a bridge overpass
Just trying to stay dry and warm
Away from the thunderstorms
And the winter winds so harsh
Leah she's a runaway
She had no other way
Her step father drank all day
At night she'd get raped
She told her mom her husbands secret
Though she did not believe
She said she got what she asked for
She branded her a tramp
Christopher was an A+ student
With dreams of helping the world
He met some friends who introduced him
To a little drug known as heroin
He tried rehab a few times before
Had no where to go when it was complete
His family ashamed of him
Tossed him back into the streets
Each one that you see everyday
Out here on these streets
They have a story they need to tell
To a listening ear that wants to hear
It's only than and than alone
Can our country began to heal
Help pick our own refugees up
When they all got pushed by others and fell
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