What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
 Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
 What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
 Are you proud?

 How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
 How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
 How do you walk with your head held high?
 Can you even look me in the eye
 And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say, no child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you about hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you about hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you about hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you about hard work
Hard work, hard work, you don't know nothing about hard work
Hard work, hard work, oh.

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

Songwriters: Alicia Moore / William Mann

Dear Mr. President lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management