She came with a little cash, a stomach full of dreams,
Leaving behind a family that cared little, or perhaps not at all.
And she came hungry and fearful, or really fearless,
Went from a city to another, naive and hopeful,
Free from fear or hate.
And then I think, dearest,
If there is a God I can see and touch and feel,
It is your innocence.
And I think about you
wondering if you are happy, and if I may share some love, some good fortune,
It’s yours — today, tomorrow, forever.
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