Sylvia Chen
A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labour camp
Stand out in this memory I revived;
Cause my daddy raised a family ;
there with two hard working hands
And tried to feed my mama s hungry eyes.
He dreamed of something better;
and my mama s faith was strong
And us kids were just to young to realize
That another class of people;
put us somewhere just below;
One more reason for my mama s hungry eyes.
Mama never had the luxuries she wanted ;
But it wasn t cause my daddy didn t try.
She only wanted things she really needed;
One more reason for my mama s hungry eyes.