Lost in the music of childhood Saturday afternoons Never before realizing The broken soul she purged through impassioned verse and powerful refrains This same music offering insight and healing Songs wailed from the depths of my being Tears burn my tired eyes As I cry, never having realized i lived her pain I am living it now, through my own wounds Wounds i borrowed from her broken heart
112414 Mi alma rota estΓ‘ lleno de amor. Te quiero muchisimo Mami.