Fog

Hm. We´ll see if I end up really liking it or really editing it. Also if I rename it. Vamos a ver.

Fog
The baby, with tears in her eyes,
Lets out a cry of distress
And cannot begin to surmise
How she´s created her own mess

"Yo quiero más leche, mamá,
Y no me gusta plátano"
But mother hears "boo boo na na"
And to check a diaper she´ll go

The man with his sack full of goods
Talents from a far away home
Goes through dozens of neighborhoods
His strengths and his past all unknown

"Puedo limpiar para usted
O crear tazas de barro"
But they don´t know what he has said
And, annoyed, they tell him to go

The girl with her head in a cloud
Finds her world is falling apart
And what she dares not say out loud
Is echoing throughout her heart

"Necesito mi libertad
Y no entienden mi dolor"
Her communication is odd
But she will try forever more