No one knows my name
I'm a little Indian Girl
No one knows my name
I'm sitting in the street alone
Yet dancing in my mind
In my mind I can dance with the flowers
With the ladybugs
and caterpillars
They carry me around
I wear a daisy crown
The flowers love me
and call me
by my name
Commentary: A few months before I left for Paraguay my mom bought me a beautiful classical guitar. I brought it with me to Paraguay, a very good idea, as it gave me something to do. It was also a bit embarrassing as people assumed I was awesome if I brought my guitar along and they kept asking me to play (like at my birthday party) but really I was just a beginner. This is my first attempt at song writing. It seems my own isolation made me think of the poor street children I use to see in Mexico City...
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