Small Vessels by Lizzy Hardingham

 

While I am living, I’ll share this home

With those still searching for one of their own

There are so many who take to small vessels 

And come to our shoreline seeking to settle

 

So I hope that one day the people in charge

Will open their eyes and open our gates

We’ll sit under one tree

And welcome them in with kindness and warmth

Into our hearts and into our homes

Into our country

 

Some 15000 have crossed just this year

And the media frenzy peddle hatred and fear

When all they are looking for is an outstretched hand

But the Home Secretary says they can’t make a home of this land

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But I hope that one day the people in charge

Will open their eyes and open our gates

We’ll sit under one tree

And welcome them in with kindness and warmth

Into our hearts and into our homes

Into our country

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Why are we scared

Why can't we give

They don't want our jobs

They don't want our lives

They just want to live

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So I hope that one day the people in charge

Will open their eyes and open our gates

We’ll sit under one tree

And welcome them in with kindness and warmth

Into our hearts and into our homes

Into our country