Senza Parole (Without Words)

Where Does One Go

You know, to write you a letter

is not an easy thing.

You know, I feel so fragile,

the bombs don't listen to you.

But,

this war will not change me.

Ever.

Where does one go,

what does one do

to cling to life

while outside the night explodes?

Where does one go,

what does one do,

if to live in this place is like casting lots?

You know time is slipping away,

but it has not all been useless.

Me, I know I will see you grow,

it is a promise that I will not fail.

And then, still another day will come

for us. 

For us.

Where does one go,

what does one do

to cling to life

while the night outside is exploding?

Where does one go,

what does one do

if to live in this place is like casting lots?

And I am no longer surprised,

and the craziness dances inside of me,

and I think I should protect myself,

but it is hard to fight

if the weeping of a mother cannot save the night.

The night.

Where does one go,

what does one do

to hold on tight to life

while outside the night explodes?

Where does one go,

what does one do

if to live in this place is like casting lots?

You know, to write a letter

has never been easy.