Sitting in the back of the truck Light sweeps in through the windows in the back of the truck Twenty-seven people in the back of the truck Hours since the man said "we'll be there soon" Counting things to forget time How many pairs of shoes? Nineteen. How many T-shirts? Twelve. How many red items? Seven. The baby is still asleep. Light sweeps in through the windows Is he someone to trust Falling into and out of sleep, clinging to that bag Cities passing in the dark Is he someone to trust Tightly, holding you tight For you I will fight my way in there Hope before this night, this border, this light Our way in there Baby sleep, baby sleep, we are not there