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?
And 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?
And how do you dream when a Ma 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?
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
And what kind of father might 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?
And how do you dream when a Ma has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you about hard work
Minimum wage and a baby on the way
Let me tell you about hard work
Building a house after the bombs blew 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 don't know nothing about hard work, hard work, hard work
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President, you'll never take a walk with me
Would you?