Valentina

In the Summer light, they herd us poor, gathered on the security line, it's hot for the season, sons and daughters, talk about freedom, on the sidetrack's dusty side, a bitter truth is born, it doesn't merit inquiry, to wake up feeling easy, we are over the border, maybe in our dreams, worry all the down time, if we'll be caught, in some new policy drive, who would believe, we stay here comported, do we make a guilty plea, ask for a little water?