Come to Your Senses
You’re on the air, I’m underground. Signal’s fading, can’t be found. I’ve finally opened up. For you I would do anything. But you’ve turned off the volume just when I’ve begun to sing. Come to your senses, defenses are not the way to go. And you know or at least you knew. Everything’s strange, you’ve changed and I don’t know what to do...
The other week, a dear friend talked to me about the death of his lolo. He said he wished he had the chance to say goodbye properly, at least an “I love you” in one of those moments he was right next to his lolo’s side. It was a Sunday - Fathers’ Day - when he prayed for his lolo and finally found the courage to speak up, and say that simple line when he gets to the...