Along She Comes

There are kingdoms with no throne There are children with no love There are mums who remain alone There is no love with no one to love A child alone in the dust and muds Bitterly covered with rugs and sorrow His cries vanishing, covered by spells and guns No shoulder to cuddle him or love to borrow The heat is high, no respite for forgotten babies No water to quench their thirst for a mother Left in a street to collect rubbish and rabies To return bare foot to their shacks of bother Far away a lone mother longing for a baby Her was taken away by malaise and fever Now her love longs for one to hold the little teddy Left alone on a pillow which will remain forever Now she will follow her heart and the sun To search for a son she could love again and hold Flying to a place under the siege of a gun Searching for a baby she was by her heart told There is no love with no one to love In the land and slums of mourn and howls But here he is, along the slum’s main road There she comes on a jeep on the same road One glance, one thought, one to adore “She is here for me, I know” “He is here for me, I hope” One glance, one design, one to hold Love, you know, is this way For the little Joaquin life is back again Playing with a toy and eating he could not say For a young mother a love she could not refrain