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@SharonByNight I saw the refuse strewn across the border town ravine,
and blue tarps and the visqueen to hold back the driving rain,
I saw the desperation and the weariness and pain.
2,000 miles of hope has been in vain.
There's an empty poncho on the tree
my skittish horse was tied.
At first i didn't see it ,
just a bit off to the side,
It was faded. It was weathered.
It was frozen, baked, and dried.
It was filthy with the dirt,
of 2,000 miles of grief,
and inside my heart of hearts,
I hoped the owner found relief.
and blue tarps and the visqueen to hold back the driving rain,
I saw the desperation and the weariness and pain.
2,000 miles of hope has been in vain.
There's an empty poncho on the tree
my skittish horse was tied.
At first i didn't see it ,
just a bit off to the side,
It was faded. It was weathered.
It was frozen, baked, and dried.
It was filthy with the dirt,
of 2,000 miles of grief,
and inside my heart of hearts,
I hoped the owner found relief.