I sought after, after reasons to stay.
I was lost, I was lost.
Then the sky turned black,
And the rains poured down.
I was waiting, waiting to be found. oh, no.
How can I instill such hope, but be left with none of my own?
Does it hurt?
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I sought after, after reasons to stay.
I was lost, I was lost.
Then the sky turned black,
And the rains poured down.
I was waiting, waiting to be found. oh, no.
How can I instill such hope, but be left with none of my own?
U.S - Mexico Border
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