Lacrime di Roma

Let your feet soak in the sand and melt in the heating sun
Close your weary eyes, even if you’re in paradise
Listen to the waves and seagulls sing
You need not to dream of anything more,
Just dream about the girl you left at home

As you walk the ancient streets of Rome
Where victories and losses begun
Remember that girl, whose heart is torn,
Ask yourself, why is it that she should pay the price?
For your need to always sleep about
And how she’s got to pay for everything

Now, to pay tuition you’ve got a job at a bistro, but the pay won’t bring,
Just so you could continue to ignore the pain and youthfully roam
Listen to your girl cry out for help; listen to your daughter shout
But only walk the streets, thinking that you’ve won
The ruins of Aqueducts cut like the girl’s heart, so precise,
Though so soft, so tender with a gapping hole in its core

You say you don’t remember, that so-called wh***,
Though you used to think she must’ve had angelic wings
They say, life is like a deck of cards with dice,
You never really, truly ever know
Sit and sip your coffee, tell your girl so long,
Just say it, end her pain--just tell her out loud

Dream of the woman with wavy locks of brown
Make sure to read up on that Greek Folklore
Only to fail the final schoolwork track run
Drop out of college, work twelve hours daily, until the nightly church bell rings
Just wish for the lonely girl who forgot you so long
Ago, when God rolled the fateful die

Fifteen years pass, and an American woman walks in without strife,
She looks so familiar, only with a husband and a girl, touring around
You serve her a latte; she serves you a painful night alone,
Now it’s your turn to have your heart to be torn,
So you realize you should have gotten that diamond ring,
And you’re the one that lost, and in the bitter end she won





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