Llora
Cecilia
Cry
Cry, a weary step treads
In a doorway of old shadows
New sorrows rain down
Pull, pull, pulling at her skirt
The water seeps down to her bones
The lie reaches deep into her soul.
Sitting on the stairs
Waiting, she dreams
Dreaming, she waits at least
Owner of her own life.
A sad doll
A broken smile
She watches time go by
And no one comes down to meet her.
It rains from within
It's raining outside.
Cry, a woman so tired
She talks to the cold walls
About her dry life.
Pull, pull, pulling at her soul
Dragging it along the ground
The new sorrows weigh her down so much.
Sitting on the stairs
Waiting, she dreams
Dreaming, she waits at least
Owner of her own life.
A sad doll
A broken smile
She watches time go by
And no one comes down to meet her.
It rains from within
It's raining outside.
