Life is difficult itself.
expecting for a better future
Maybe for our kids... our siblings... our parents.
The trees are on fire
swings on the border
the wind blowing agaisnt the girls hair
Love is being confused
not knowing what life is holding
what can it be ?
or racism ?
tears are flowing on the children's face
people are broken from the inside
the sun shinning hard that makes your mouth dry in the desert
The love is being broken
just like the world.
i asked myself what can i do
besides being broken already.
we all deserve the best
what are we ?
or desperate to be one color?
We can be orange , blue , green , or pink .
does color matters?
i remember when the declaration of independence was written
we all the same .
I hope one day we all love each other
Mexicans, puertoricans, cubans, salvadoreans are welcome.
just like every race.
People are suffering
not only by being send to a different country
but my the hatred people are creating
where's the happiness?
where is the love?
Where does America stand ?
We all deserve a future....