A prayer in her throat

You could see her every morning

In her green coat and eccentric red shoes

For nearly 20 years at her window

With a rosary against her chest

And a prayer in her throat

You could see her every morning

Go forward to the postman and back, disappointed

For nearly 20 years waiting just for a piece of news

Albeit bitter and painful

It looked like an angel came to visit her

He had big eyes

And a cortege of clouds

Surrounded his huge white wings

In the rushing flow of time

She nurtured the hope that her son missing in the front would come back

In the afternoons from her window

She stared at a point

Contested between bliss and boredom

It looked like an angel came to visit her

He had big eyes

And a cortege of clouds

Surrounded his huge white wings

Heavenly looks

Intense big eyes as a guardian of a farewell

It looked like an angel came to visit her

He had big eyes

And a cortege of clouds

Surrounded his huge white wings

Heavenly looks

Intense big eyes as a guardian of a farewell

As a guardian of a farewell