Madre MAG

By Anonymous

   What's wrong with me, Madre?

Am I not what you wanted

Or expected?

Am I too wild or too meek?

Don't you see that I cower when you speak

Of the wretch that I am

Or the beauty I could be?

I draw the curtains across the pain,

Hide my sorrow behind the rain.

Beneath the torrents I see love,

But I am fading ...

And it is fading.

I've lost again.

The great hand rises and falls once more -

Against my face,

Within my heart,

Across my life.

The rains are my tears.

Again I sing, "in altered tone,"

What's wrong with me, Madre?

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