Tu sangre corre por mis venas,
como ríos de agua viva,
bombeando a este cuerpo en agonía.
Tu ausencia me abruma,
eras mi abrigo en el invierno,
eras quien curabas mis heridas
eras mi luz entre las sombras,
tú eras el pilar del hogar,
me siento perdida sin ti.
En tu entierro nos arropó
una gran nube gris,
mis ojos no reaccionan,
mi voz ha huido de mi boca,
mi cuerpo es una roca pesada,
mis entrañas no las siento,
mi mente está a la deriva,
mi corazón está destrozado.
Algunas personas solo murmuran,
no tiene sentimientos, parece de piedra;
ni una sola lágrima en todo este tiempo,
sin ver que mi alma llora en silencio
todos los días de mi vida.
SILENT CRYING
Your blood runs through my veins
like rivers of living water,
pumping this body in agony.
Your absence overwhelms me,
you were my shelter in the winter,
you were the one who healed my wounds
you were my light in the shadows,
you were the pillar of my home,
I feel lost without you.
At your burial we were wrapped
a great gray cloud,
my eyes don't react,
my voice has fled from my mouth,
my body is a heavy rock,
my insides I don't feel them,
my mind is adrift,
my heart is shattered.
Some people only murmur,
have no feelings, look like stone;
not a single tear in all this time,
not seeing that my soul weeps in silence
every day of my life.
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