Pablo

 

Looking for a home

He’s working for his own

Freedom is our land

Of all a working man

 

Each day as it’s seen

Never know where we’ve been

Never know what we’ve seen

The beauty of life is what I mean

 

We are like two different men

But the same then again

Searching for a better life

Writing the passage of our mind

 

The sun is calling

The snow is falling

The ink is drying

Our souls are crying

 

Sending money for his land

Saving money for my own

Take me there by the hand

He walks down all alone

 

Years gone by

All the same

Work for life

Hide the shame

 

Hey Pablo, this life is real

You only live it once

Hey Pablo, write on to heal

Your heart while it hunts

 

I see where we’re going

I know what to say

Find me when I’m rolling

Like a stone across the bay

 

He’s found his home

Still looking for my own

If Pablo made it through

Then I know I’ll find you             

 

Jake Belmont 4-28-2004