| I defied the Sonoran wilds | |
| A wooden border fence to cross | |
| I'll feed my wife and child | |
| With the calloused hands my homeland lost | |
| The last desert wolf has died | |
| But I will struggle on | |
| To the north | |
| A battered dog claws the dust | |
| And cowers to the brush as I pass | |
| On to the American dream |