Small Ensemble,Strings Cello,Organ,Pan Pipe,Piano,Violin - Digital Download

SKU: A0.976835

Composed by Monica Bergo. Spiritual. Score and parts. 35 pages. Monica Bergo #3235427. Published by Monica Bergo (A0.976835).

2017 Holiday Contest Entry

ALL SLEEPING ON THE HILL

 

While  it  flowing words and pictures

All are sleeping on the hill

They are so many, so beautiful and pale

They are waiting on the hill

Princesses  looking  frail

That pose  themselves  unnecessary questions

They are  died and  now are  free

but  they wonder why

 

If I Had  been more yielding, if I had  been a little 'more docile

He is always  so unstable, maybe it was my fault

If I Had known take him, and learned not to respond

If I always said yes, I would be alive and still there

 

They are women of all nationalities

And girls   who never bloom

While  the seasons and the years pass

Their face is ageless

 

And they are mothers, daughters or lovers

Prostitutes,  holy or wives

No heaven or hell

They are waiting for you

Tonight the sky is brighter

They will be shining

Shooting stars now that you do not have a sky

Tell me where you flee

 

 

Do you feel guilty

But you're not you that you have sinned

Hide the signs

And the secret inside you

Everybody knows

but it is more comfortable silence

As long as you lie to yourself

I had a dream, a nightmare, but I was awake

On the hill expecting me

 

Princess,  sleeps in the trash

Your  Prince  control no longer has

And a tear remains motionless

Witness of this' atrocities

You Follow the avenue of pain and tears

And  walking on the hill

and reach the motionless  companions

Waiting for you on the hill

 

unites them by  horrible fate

Different stories with the same ending

And as avenging  goddesses expect

The man who defiled

And it is a black angels  army

their choir is high is unstoppable

resonates loud, an echo that is relentless

haunt your sleep

and a thousand ways to beat you know;

Hide the world what you really are

the last  image  behind  those  eyes

the blind fury inside you

 

while in the sky it appears lightning

I launch myself on the hill

I put a flower and remain motionless

And and I fall asleep here , on the hill ......... ..

 

                                                      Monica Bergo