Crying along to a story
A language she didn't understand
Everyone threw him away
She took his hand
Songs of
Love and blood
And prison
Always prison
An accordian
He cradled
Handbells on a table
Music's gift
A path out of loneliness
And a measure of comfort
Estranged from
His mothertown
Everything changed when the wall came down
A small apartment of possessions
Passageways for navigation
Coffee grinders, sowing machines
Radios and biscuit tins
Flowers for his birthday
Tears for his songs
Everyone threw him away
Everyone was wrong
fuente: musica.com
