The afternoon I drove to San Xavier
I knew the way
as if by heart
the tires kicked up the dusty path
I pet the lion's stony head
You were in the church
sitting and praying
and crying
for what I'll die without knowing
maybe your pregnant belly
will grow up to be someone
who will tell me your story
but that's not important
I'm not writing to ask
I can guess
I'm saying I'm sorry
you probably felt alone
but I was there
I just didn't make a sound.
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