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.

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