Iowa!

Iowa !
I am beside you
On the rim of your heart.
Hear the cry of my soul. 
I only ask you
Do not hurt me
Let me be the guest of your heart.
I am not born in your prairies
I do not whisper that I am your child
               Heartbeat...
               Trembling voice...
Let me enjoy your sky .
Let me be part of your beauty.
Merge with the singing of your birds.
I do not whisper that I am your child.
Let me be the guest of your heart.