My Song
Verse 1
I began to sing again,
Barely louder than a sigh,
Of things that I can’t let die,
But at least again can bear,
Wrapped around me like a cloak.
Verse 2
Music knows how to call back,
That which was lost long ago,
A heart conflicted by love,
Unable to rise above,
A mind too young to right know.
Verse 3
Yet, no chasm is too deep,
For us to climb in due course,
The deepest darkness we know,
Can with a steady light’s glow,
Be traversed with some remorse.
Verse 4
A few notes linked in a chain,
impregnate a melody,
And out of ashes and earth,
Shoots of hope can slowly grow,
That can help to ease the pain.
Bridge
Verse 5
My mother with great sadness,
Cried tears of song, every day,
With great skill, heavenly voice,
With her songs she would rejoice
Giving outlet to her pain.
Verse 6
My song is my poetry,
Toneless, painful, and impure,
It is not a song of joy,
As it was when a young boy,
But it helps me to endure.
Outr – Soft vocals, almost a whisper, emotive
Broken hearts may never mend,
But hope perdures in the end.
(C) Victor D. Lopez 2022, 2026. All rights reserved.
If interested, you can access the song free online at https://suno.com/s/L79nKfgalI2cTPze
I wrote the lyrics based on my original poem in Spanish, Mi Canto. The songs are not very close in theme but I made some significant changes in re-interpreting my original, not just translating it. I hope you like it.
Mi Canto - (Letra y enlace a la canción - gratis)
Hoy yo volví a cantar,
Algo mas alto que un llanto,
Que aun no puedo evitar
Pero lo puedo soportar,
Envuelto en mi como un manto.
La música sabe llamar,
A lo que ya se a perdido,
Y por no saber amar,
O no querer destacar,
Se enterró en el olvido.
Por profunda la fisura,
Siempre se puede surgir,
La tiniebla mas oscura,
Con una luz blanca y pura,
Se puede sobrevivir.
Unas notas en cadenas,
Empreñan una melodía,
Y en cenizas y arenas,
Crece esperanza en las venas,
Y da luz a la alegría.
Mi madre en su tristeza,
Lloraba lagrimas de canto,
Lo hacia con gran destreza,
Y dolorosa belleza,
Música su diario llanto.
Mi canto es mi poesía,
Sin tono, dolorosa, impura,
No es un canto de alegría,
Pero la tristeza expía,
Y la esperanza perdura.
Enlace (gratis): https://suno.com/s/t7tgz1Ue1ALVb2sD
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 3:40 PM UTC
My Song
Verse 1
I began to sing again,
Barely louder than a sigh,
Of things that I can’t let die,
But at least again can bear,
Wrapped around me like a cloak.
Verse 2
Music knows how to call back,
That which was lost long ago,
A heart conflicted by love,
Unable to rise above,
A mind too young to right know.
Verse 3
Yet, no chasm is too deep,
For us to climb in due course,
The deepest darkness we know,
Can with a steady light’s glow,
Be traversed with some remorse.
Verse 4
A few notes linked in a chain,
impregnate a melody,
And out of ashes and earth,
Shoots of hope can slowly grow,
That can help to ease the pain.
Bridge
Verse 5
My mother with great sadness,
Cried tears of song, every day,
With great skill, heavenly voice,
With her songs she would rejoice
Giving outlet to her pain.
Verse 6
My song is my poetry,
Toneless, painful, and impure,
It is not a song of joy,
As it was when a young boy,
But it helps me to endure.
Outr – Soft vocals, almost a whisper, emotive
Broken hearts may never mend,
But hope perdures in the end.
(C) Victor D. Lopez 2022, 2026. All rights reserved.
If interested, you can access the song free online at https://suno.com/s/L79nKfgalI2cTPze
I wrote the lyrics based on my original poem in Spanish, Mi Canto. The songs are not very close in theme but I made some significant changes in re-interpreting my original, not just translating it. I hope you like it.
Mi Canto - (Letra y enlace a la canción - gratis)
Hoy yo volví a cantar,
Algo mas alto que un llanto,
Que aun no puedo evitar
Pero lo puedo soportar,
Envuelto en mi como un manto.
La música sabe llamar,
A lo que ya se a perdido,
Y por no saber amar,
O no querer destacar,
Se enterró en el olvido.
Por profunda la fisura,
Siempre se puede surgir,
La tiniebla mas oscura,
Con una luz blanca y pura,
Se puede sobrevivir.
Unas notas en cadenas,
Empreñan una melodía,
Y en cenizas y arenas,
Crece esperanza en las venas,
Y da luz a la alegría.
Mi madre en su tristeza,
Lloraba lagrimas de canto,
Lo hacia con gran destreza,
Y dolorosa belleza,
Música su diario llanto.
Mi canto es mi poesía,
Sin tono, dolorosa, impura,
No es un canto de alegría,
Pero la tristeza expía,
Y la esperanza perdura.
Enlace (gratis): https://suno.com/s/t7tgz1Ue1ALVb2sD
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