Et Anima
I see you, in your grief,
Silenced and ignored.
I still feel the salt
Sting of your stifled tears.
The first loss, the first hint
That there is something more.
I know you, in your fear
Of coming home
When the lights were on.
Run and hide,
Lock the door,
And sit in silence til the dark.
I hear you, in your soul,
Praying to be
The girl you knew.
The dream that soured
Into hate,
The rage turned inward on yourself.
I carry you, and all of you
My fractured heart
Your prison cell.
The time for release
Has come at last,
On broken wings, we fly away.
Quedéme, y olvidéme