THE MISSING LINK
Piano Solo - Digital Sheet Music

Piano Solo - Digital Download

SKU: A0.1012749

Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 9 pages. Moni Bergo #5743669. Published by Moni Bergo (A0.1012749).

Music and song composed by me, dedicated to my sister dead

 

                        THE MISSING LINK

 

I often still get surprised

looking for you between people

in a gesture

in an instant

in an evasive shadow

and I remain hooked between past and present

a recurring sensation

alone among people.

Lying and pretending

than inside me

nothing is missing

a pathetic clown

always happy and smiley

I write music and words

to tame the fire inside me

because only we know

where this pain is taking us

where are you? where are you?

my sweet missing link

you will come back to fill my mind

I step back once again

and I am limbing next to you

hand in hand

resigned, while the grey was oppressing

for the two of us at every awakening

a battle would start

I pushed that moment back

I didn't wanna be awake

but you always protected me

even from a cruel child

my fearless sister

so storng and independent

you used to talk to me about guys

and how  to kiss them

I used to blush

and my heart beating fast

I will look for and call

my missing ring

and you will answer with the same silence

used to ask me if you were beautiful

with that storng make up on

you looked like a sad Pierrot

tired of being avoided

you were uncomofortable and people used to push you away

many ignorant hypocrits

looking like saints

and again the two of us together

in the open abyss

me climbing up slowly

but you remain behind

I give you my hand

but your destiny was written

you fall down deep and far

in that damned hell

it will shine, it will shine

my missing ring

I will show it proudly to the people

and you flew away in that boiling July

the freeze inside my heart

you, unconscous and paralyzed

and for your last travel

few hopeless people

"for the life she used to live

it's better that she s gone"

but they know nothing about it

about your unheard shout

of my diamonds ring

dropped in the mud

freedom is a meaningless word

oh you, bling and deaf butterfly

your wings are now open

you will fly, I will fly

and I will delete the distance

I will find my missing ring..                                                       

                                                      Monica Bergo