Story

some thoughts about the current debate about immigration

 

 

© Steven E. Cutts, 2018

a Studio C recording, January 2019

Lyrics

I wish I could throw the door wide open

And welcome you inside;

A long and fright’ning journey’s brought you here.

All you seek’s a life that’s better

Than the one you left behind

For you and all of those that you hold dear.

I’m not sure I could have braved

All the dangers you have faced,

In my mind you have earned the chance

To settle in this place.

If it were simply up to me . . .

But, it’s complicated.

 

You are not the first to stand there

Staring through the door

Some of my kin stood in that spot not so long before.

I know we said we’d lift a lamp

To a sanctuary home;

We have our poetry about the tired and poor.                                   

I a m afraid that you have heard

What some folks say:          

That we should lock this door

And that you should go away.

Now, if it were simply up to me . . .

But, it’s complicated.

 

For what it’s worth: this home of mine

Is not everything it seems;

I can show you broken promises,

Show you broken dreams,

Still, if it were simply up to me . . .

If it were simply up to me . . .

But, it’s complicated.

It’s complicated.