Lyrics Unfinished Song - Natassa Bofiliou
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.
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