Another day goes by Uneventful, fake The happiness subsides Leaving a cold, unforgiving world In its wake One day I'll finally know what it feels like To enjoy waking up To enjoy life
me and ‘buela finished predicando and we sat at the dining table near the china soaking up the silence she made me use a coaster for my apple juice carton looked across the table as she struggled to slurp her ice cream of a McFlurry while i desired to know more of her what life was like as a single mother she’d snort and call me ‘estupida’ if i asked in her bags i see loud discontentment a friend i’m not a stranger of i hope to one day learn her story before i read it on a memorial program