A Night Singer

A Night Singer

I used to love Chopin’s nocturnes, And Paganini’s Romance, believing The night is made for lovers. . But now I am a night singer Singing alone with my tired voice For all the sad and weary souls. . The owls are sound asleep, The nightingales are silent, But I will not...
Love and Forgiveness

Love and Forgiveness

From a hill far far awayOver the valley of tearsAcross the blood-tainted fieldI send you my love and prayers. Even in my darkest hour,With my soul sorrowing unto death,I still thought of you with tendernessAnd prayed for your forgiveness. You may never comprehendHow I...