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
