Faleeha

My dear sister from another land let me take you by your hand I'll be your compass, your GPS Navigate you through this wilderness I'll be your lamp that shines bright to guide you through this darkness Please don't fret, you will be alright I'll be your horn, your mouthpiece for the times when you can't speak I'll be your earphones, your hearing aide for the times when you can't hear Please don't fret, you will be okay I'll be your covering, your shield against any daggers some may wield I'll be your warmth from the summer's sun when you feel the frigid cold from this land Please don't fret, your day will come I'll be your cool drink from the winter waters when your soul is parched from the cruel mutters I'll be your skin bottle, your delicate cloth to gently catch the many tears you may shed Please don't fret, trust that all is not lost Oh my dear sister from another land please let me take you buy your hand Written by Joan Marie Peranteau 1/9/2013, Dedicated to Faleeha Hassan