Faith

Huddled in the doorways Old woman wearing tattered shawls Beads of hope in their weathered hands God like images fill their walls Nothing can break their faith Their destiny is already at hand When thir souls depart this world They will go to their promised land My hope is for all the Senoras And for all their loved ones too The answer to their prayers Are unspoken words that our true My plea is to their God An image in their head Please do not desert your faithfull believers When they are placed on the alter of the dead