Give Me Your Poor

A piece of the streets so you won't know their names
Faces despairing can all look the same
Remnants of spirits collected to say
Life couldn't treat me this way
Just words we don't mean anymore
Give me your tired your poor

She sits on the sidewalk and quietly stares
Her profile past anguish that she could be there
To old to be desperate to young yet to die
And too late for wondering why
Who are those words really for
Give me your tired your poor

If you close your eyes, you won't make it go away
You can close your eyes
Knowing no way you're to blame

Societies outcasts the mentally strange
Shut up in asylums and out of our way
But crazy costs money and healing takes time
You need cash to be out of your mind
Just words we don't mean anymore

If you close your eyes, you won't make it go away
You can close your eyes
Knowing no way you're to blame

A piece of the streets so you won't know their names
Faces despairing can all look the same
Remnants of spirits collected to say
Life couldn't treat me this way
Just words we don't mean anymore
Give me your tired your poor



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