America The Orphan
She’s like a small orphan, searching,
Waiting, praying for a better future
As she balances on a creaking swing.
Watching the incoming family, clinging
Onto hope for a kind and caring foster brother,
She’s like a small orphan, searching.
Each new costumer comes in, brining
Thoughts of that father, another,
As she balances on a creaking swing.
A loud and loving voice is heard singing
As she is reminded of a father like no other,
She’s like a small orphan, searching.
Two children her age run out, reminding
Her of a comforting sister and brother,
As she balances on a creaking swing.
A shrill shout will break through and a bell will ringing,
Though she does not know of that loving and powerful father.
She’s like a small orphan, searching
As she balances on a creaking swing.