Through struggle I kept up hope A painful journey But I lived
Words come to mind When I think about my freedom Sweat, Pain, Work ......Then love
Our love bloomed A foreign flower In a beautiful country Three flowers Two blue, one pink
Three jobs pay for my flowers Three jobs pay for my school Three jobs pay for my husband
More than anything I pay for my family's freedom ......Everyday
Alatria · Thu Oct 12, 2006 @ 03:41am · 0 Comments |