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Migrant Wife

I don’t only want to be born again for God
I need to cry like a baby because of you
Flowers laid down, you watered them with tears
You knew they would be gone, too soon for a memory
The past this time was not just passing through

I saw you suffer, arguing with your husband
I remembered I’m not so easy to live with either
But can I at least care about your fears
Does he think about you like I do, probably not
His vow though is strong, mine is like the weather

I know your mañanita is ready to be sung
Your friends raise you up with the sun
You smiled about today and not the years
I was nice to you once, was it good enough for God
I watched you leave, when will our world be one?