The mission

The mission
The breeze smelled like her
How was it possible?
Two continents apart we were
Get prepared
Catita* said, when I left

She asked me never to give up
She told me she’ll be with me
She demanded me to be brave
She urged me to look after them

They are so many
And always in need
They are so weak
And I was only myself
All alone I thought

I needed a voice
For those who didn´t survive
I needed a voice
For them, who never spoke up
I needed a voice
For those who are always ignored
I needed a voice
I couldn’t find it
And I was so scared
Giving up was not an option, she said

I´ve been cold
I've been hurt
I've been in need too
I needed a voice
you'll find it someday, she said
Just keep looking for it

I saw their faces
I breathed their hope
I took their dreams
I made them my own
I just needed a voice

And suddenly,
a sweet whisper came along
It said you’re not alone
Our voices will be your own
We´ll support you to speak for them
Until they also find their own.

*Catita is my Grandmother Catalina Cazares. http://worldpulse.com/node/68348