Somewhere across the border

In a rusty, old building
My family and
A crowd of other families

Get ready to
Settle in for the night.
There isn't much of anything
But we make do

Since there were
No beds or bunks
We huddle on the floor
And make our bed beneath
A worn, plaid blanket.

Surrounded by warm and safety
We drift into peaceful slumbers
And dream
Of life across
The border in America,
Where there is
Always is plenty --

Plenty of jobs and opportunities

Like a chance for a
Good education and medical care,

But most of all freedom!

As my family and me sleep
This vision of America
Is merely a fantasy, but
Someday we'll get
To the Promised Land.