Dispatch - Dear Congress, (17) Lyrics

No hands to warm, no bedtime story, no lullaby
No little steps in the middle of the night
And the nation's numb, is this what our forefathers had in mind?
What is happening in Washington?

'Cause it's not enough
Your thoughts and prayers
You send your love, you say you care
But you are not my baby

Oh but my heart has died
Standing alone in an empty room
Except for my child but she's not really there

And all the people have gone
And I want to pick her up and take her home
Can't bear to leave her here

It's not enough
Your thoughts and prayers
You send your love, you say you care
But you are not my baby

Oh bless the child
Oh rest their souls
I bet those law makers don't know
This feeling that it's not enough
Your thoughts and prayers
You send your love, you say you care
But you are not my baby
Can you do something
So that there's not more gone babies

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