The heat burns through their brown skin
Their sweat is noticed
But their labor is not
A life of struggle that nobody seems to see

The pain of an hermano is ignored
Familias are torn
Children left wondering where mamá is
A life of struggle that nobody seems to see

The American dream has vanished
The aching reality sets in
No food today, no paycheck tomorrow
A life of struggle that nobody seems to see

La casa is empty
The baby is crying, but I'm too tired
I trade my junior year for el campo
A life of struggle that nobody seems to see

We are isolated in a place full of opportunities
But our tired arms are not allowed to embrace them
A rags to riches story, that will never come
We will continue with out lives of struggle, that nobody seems to see