| We left our home by dark of night
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| Joseph and my boy and I
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| When all the gunmen were asleep
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| We slipped into the forest
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| We left everything behind
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| Joseph and my boy and I
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| Took only what we had to keep
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| In the hopes they would not find us
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| We prayed our prayers, we broke our bread
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| With others who had even less
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| 'Til finally all we had were dreams
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| And we hoped that they would fill us
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| We lived on roots and the bark of trees
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| Joseph and my boy and me
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| Drank the water from the stream
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| And hoped it would not kill us
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| A man offered a change of luck
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| All we had for a cargo truck
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| With fifty others in the back
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| They shut the door behind us
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| It got so hot we could not breathe
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| Joseph and my boy and me
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| When we arrived, the sky was black
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| That’s where I buried Joseph
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| The river stole away my shoes
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| The soles of both my feet were bruised
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| My boy lay silent in my arms
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| His dreams were deep and soundless
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| The day was long, the sun was high
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| A hammer on an anvil sky
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| By the wall I fell and cried
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| For death was all around us
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| He found me there where I had slipped
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| Put handcuffs tight around my wrists
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| Shackles tied around my legs
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| As if I could escape you
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| And since I could not hold my babe
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| You took my only boy away
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| And though I plead and though I beg
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| You won’t say where he’s gone to
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| I’m tired now, my eyes are dry
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| There’s only me alone tonight
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| In a land I thought would be
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| Ours if we could make it
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| A land that welcomes strangers in
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| A land that beckoned like a friend
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| If I had the chance again
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| I’d rather die than take it
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| The holy family got away
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| A simpler time, a simpler place
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| And Egypt stretched out its great hand
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| To welcome them with mercy
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| Now Joseph’s dead out on the road
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| My boy is gone and I don’t know
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| Where he is or where I am
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| With every breath, it hurts me
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| And you who watched from your great gates
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| Watched us as we met our fates
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| Then took our pride and stole our babes
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| You will one day die of something
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| But as you rest your weary head
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| Your family close around your bed
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| May your thoughts all fly instead
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| To the ones who you gave nothing
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| The naked one, the starving child
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| Who crawled the final brutal miles
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| Through blood and filth and rock and wild
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| In the hopes of only living
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| May the pain within you dwell
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| And may it follow you to hell
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| All alone in a tiny cell
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| Forever unforgiven
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| May the pain within you dwell
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| And may it follow you to hell
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| All alone in a tiny cell
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| Forever unforgiven |