The Song

12. července 2008 v 1:24 | Arakanga |  My poetry
This is dedicated to my mother. She would understand...yet I've never let her read this.

I know the song that she plays
I sing it with her every time
I love the way that she plays
No one could forget the sight
In the different world, she is playing
only in my mind again, she is playing
and I sing with her.

Cross I´ve built when I was young
I know that she is still here
I talk to her, hear the song
wish she knew my biggest fear.

She is playing the song again,
the soft tune in my ears
I will never hear it again,
the memory in the mirror
In the different world, she is playing
only in my mind again, she is playing
playing only for me.

The stories that I won´t tell
Life which I was part of then
Years of fear and years of Hell
I so wish I could see her again

The piano is silent now,
the dust hasn´t stirred for years
But I can feel her presence now
and the song is played again
In the different world, she is playing
only in my mind, she is playing
and I´m singing for her.

I wish she knew how do I feel
I wish I´ve told her before
I never wanted to be afraid
And I never wanted her to leave
She is here, still with me
and I can´t find the words
And I´m afraid, I´m so afraid
that this is the last time I hear the song
 

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