You came with island sunlight, with stories in your hands, from Dominican mornings, to Italy, to German lands. You learned new words in silence, you carried dreams alone, but every broken evening you still made yourself a home. Rachel, Rachel, corazón de luz, you paint the pain in colors and turn the dark to blue. Rachel, Rachel, golden in the rain, you fall, you cry, you rise again. You cook with love like music, you sew what others dream, you make flowers out of quiet, and beauty out of seams. You love your children fiercely, you miss what’s far away, but even when life hurts you, you still choose another day. Rachel, Rachel, corazón de luz, you paint the pain in colors and turn the dark to blue. Rachel, Rachel, fire in your name, soft heart, strong soul, never the same. And if the world forgets you, I know one thing is true: there is art inside your spirit, and nobody shines like you.
