dear mr. president

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  dear mr president come take a walk with me..
  let's pretend, we're just two people and you're not better than me.
  i'd like to ask you some questions and we can speak honestly
  what do you feel when you see the homeless on the street?
  who do you pray for at night when you go to sleep?
  what do you feel when you look in the mirror, are you proud?
  
  how do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
  how do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
  how do you walk with your head held high?
  can you even look me in the eye
  and tell me why?
  
  dear mr president, were you a lonely boy?
  (were you a lonely boy? were you a lonely boy? are you a lonely boy?)
  how can you say no child is left behind?
  we're not dumb and we're not blind
  they're all sitting in yourselves
  while you pave the road to hell
  
  what kind of father would take his own daughters' rights away?
  and what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
  i can only imagine what the first lady has to say
  you've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine!
  
  how do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
  how do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
  how do you walk with your head held high?
  can you even look me in the eye
  and tell me why?
  
  let me tell you about hard work
  minimum wage with a baby on the way
  let me tell you about hard work
  rebuilding a house after the bombs took them away
  let me tell you about hard work
  building a bed out of a cardboard box
  let me tell you about hard work, hard work, hard work
  you know nothing 'bout hard work
  
  how do you sleep at night?
  how do you walk with your head held high?
  
  dear mr president you'd never take a walk with me
  mm would you?