Alba is just a name
that comes from time to time
as a forgotten tale.
In mind I have those days
my childish fear and then
my mother who I pray.
I pray to tell me more
about that tale I know
she wanted I ignore.
But Alba was one day
the only one to know
the tale that I forgot.
And this is why I pray.
Alba don’t let it go
the secret keep in mind
try not to be too blind.
You’ll see what’s going on
for ages into my mind
if only you could show
the will to understand
and tell me all you know.
For truth is not a tale
and truth is hard to find
if only I could hold it
I’ll keep it safe in mind.