No Mas Tristeza mi Amor

She traveled for days, in a maze with no direction destined for an escape from depression driven by disaffection By fate she felt a connection They ran until he was cuffed into oppression Later she had a baby on the way Going through her mind she's beginning to think that she made a mistake Her heart aches, my poor lady Don't be ashamed my poor lady There were many attempts repeated Her child is now three and In a need of an education to intrigue him It is in her mind to try again No mas tristeza Mi Amor Said mother when we walked out the door My soul grew old and I walked with strength So by the time I was ten I knew how to think This was me, I made my personality The world was a wonder, and I wandered with many Some men and women, names weren't our thing The blood on the feet were all the same At the end, countless tragedy Don't worry my poor lady Once we're there it might be better, just maybe