Dear mr.president

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
if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see
all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night
before 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?
Are 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 your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take
his own daughter's 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?

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.