She was not the pretty sister
No one talked to her too much
Worked the counter at the diner
Across from City Brake and Clutch
In the quiet of her evening
In the darkness of her room
She would sit beside her window
And tell her secret to the moon
Today I met a boy named Joseph
And though I know it’s not a sin
In the eye sight of my father
He wont see beyond his skin
A boy named Joseph a refugee
The land he left was soaked in bloodshed
He can’t count the lives he’s lost
Sent away for his survival
With memories that20pay the cost
Drinks his coffee like a trucker
With the spoon inside the cup
She always brings him extra gravy
The cooks in back don’t give enough
He always smiles at her sweetly
She bought him his first pair of gloves
They work on English on his lunch break
Her job’s at City Brake and Clutch
A boy named Joseph a refugee
A different time a different place
Her mother and her father shared his fate
Happy stories should have no end
Like the smile on the face of a friend
It gets so cold here in this city
But there’s warmth inside her eye’s
And the secret kept between them
Gives him hope for his new life
And her fathers none the wiser
To the smile on her face
Given to her from a boy
Who comes from very far away
A boy named Joseph a refugee