27 APRIL 2020 BLOG 51 BOOK OF SONGS AUTHOR’S 2ND AUTOBIOGRAPHY
27 APRIL 2020 BLOG 51 – Letters from Federica
George stood next to the piano as though imaging himself as the tenor of the aria. His handsome face and tall robust stature standing strong next to the piano had captured our attention. He cleared his throat, took a sip of wine, and smiled blushingly at his audience.
With blood on my hands,
My pleas cry out to save me.
I’ve made a prisoner of my heart.
My soul captured in sorrow.
A mirror of remorse forever inflicted.
My own shadow breaks its tie from me.
Will I ever know her love?
Without blood on my hands.
Where did she go?
How can his love reach me?
A passage of time forever lost.
The way to her heart forever gone.
Where is the lifeline
From me to her?
Come find me my love.
His sorrow reaches me.
A moonlit path.
Laid down for me.
Reaching for me to follow.
A prisoner of my own sorrow.
My struggle claims their soul.
A mother’s love.
A deep affliction of affection.
Come love me.
Come love me.
A mother’s love.
A deep affliction.
Will I ever know her love?
Without blood on my hands.
Where did she go?
How can his love reach me?
A passage of time forever lost.
The way to her heart forever gone.
Where is the lifeline
From me to her?
Come find me my love.
His sorrow reaches me.
My journey is ending.
One with no beginning.
She touches me so gently.
She sees me in all my darkness.
My shadow of blackness.
A stain on my soul.
My affliction her sorrow.
A mother’s love.
Come love me.
Come love me.
A mother’s love.
A deep affliction.