I wrote this in the midst of reconciling some memories last night. It's always better to walk in truth and reality than in a fantasyland...
Mourning Song
O Nightingale, Nightingale
Song-singer of the night
Your sweet melody’s needed
To make peace of this plight
My memories are crumbling
They’re not what they seemed
Light’s turning to darkness
Can this be redeemed?
A sledge to this one
A scream as it crashes
Tears racing down cheeks
Dripping off of eyelashes
O Nightingale, Nightingale
I need you to stay
Your song is now needed
As I kneel down to pray
How much was truth
And what was deceit?
This leaving denial
Will be quite a feat
But leave it I must
If I'm to move on
For all of these years
Could I ‘ave been so wrong?
O Nightingale, Nightingale
Song-singer of the night
Your sweet melody carries
This pain out of sight
by - Andrea B. 2/17/06
Copyright 2006