Lyrics Unfinished Song - Natassa Bofiliou

Unfinished Song

Childhood
haunted by a dream that never rhymes
a half sung song.
Mothers serving tea, daughters serving lies.
Then, came boys.
Lifetime
safely kept in father' s trophy case
a half lived life.
Reading poems and plays, spending time in grace.
Then, came truth.
I was meant to be sung by someone
other than myself
I touch the lips of passing strangers.
Now I’m sung on streets
not a soul completes
this unfinished song.
Night-time
guided by voices in my head
I found my way
wondering round for years
sheding silent tears.
Then, came he.