Heart of the Gypsy
A gypsy is what I am
My face is painted with sorrow and joy
I am poor and humble
But my heritage makes me rich
Many look at me and turn away
But I mean no harm
My eyes are deep and dark
My soul burns as bright as the sun
My tears fall like the rain
As I sing of a love long lost
Into the night I dance
As my spirit takes flight
Brothers, sisters, uncles
We all have stories to tell
We are one people
Our blood fills the one river we sail
My heart burns with the passion
Of a nomad woman
Music is my life and
My life is my music
The campfire burns bright
The smoking wood crackles like
Fierce leather whips as we make
A Toast! to our ancestors
I do not know what the future holds for us
While we journey through wondrous lands
Our legacy thrives as
The Roma people live on
Copyright © Ingrid Marroquin | Year Posted 2008
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