He was a hard-working simple man*
He held to his routine
He wasn’t out to make a stand
He was living the American dream
He went to work every morning
Building homes for other families
They shot him down without warning
Depending on who you believe
He won’t be there tomorrow
He won’t be there again
His world has turned to sorrow
For his family and his friends
He lived in peace for thirty years
He gave more than he received
He shared a life of love and fears
In God and country he believed
That summer day would be his last
He had a target on his head
They shot him as his life flew past
Now I lay me down to bed
So he won’t be here tomorrow
And he won’t be here again
His world has turned to sorrow
For his family and his friends
Now we’re learning that they lied
It was the color of his skin
On the day that he died
The agents thought it was a win
* Lorenzo Salgado Araujo
