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

This poem is about: 
My family

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remember that life presents trials

it what we do in getting through hard times

the way you get through is seeking God and Lord Jesus for faith

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