Waiting In America

Broken in a tall black street of rain and inhumanity
without shelter
white or pride
or even just the little things
Will you come for me?
sittin' in the summer sun
thinkin' you would remember me
Are there too many good deeds done
In your world of sweet serenity?



Credits
Writer(s): Todd Park Mohr
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