Glenda

Walking in the middle of my path,
Wearing a yellow dress,
Go whichever way the wind blows
I fell in his arms,
I was wondering if I was right,
Did he love me? Oh well…

The story goes like this:
You showed me your feelings,
Those deeply inside,
You don’t reciprocate,
There are too many reasons why I said not, oh not
You are not the one,

Those images in my mind,
When you tried to be soft but I couldn’t feel your heart,
It didn’t matter how many times,
You came and tried

I could be wrong,
But I saw you that time,
And your acts burned my eyes,
Oh that time,
When I saw your soul firing love at a different eyesight.

Oh, love stayed far from my heart,
I couldn’t trust anyone
And that’s all that I felt inside
You’re not the one,
But you still insisted on calling my heart,

Talking to a stranger at a restaurant,
Inviting me a cup of wine,
You saw me from the reflection of the mirrors of your eyes,
And then you knew
That I was the one.

Can’t be her, you said a loud
Our sights crossed again,
Ma’am, I was the man that played
Your heart not knowing that I loved you in so many ways,
You yelled that night.

Walking in the middle of our path,
Wearing my yellow dress,
Go whichever way the wind blows
I fell in your arms,
And I was right,
You played out your heart in winning mine
But I cried and I wasn’t strong enough
To say you’re the one.

Oh, I’m playing this Spanish guitar,
And I can feel your heart,
So true
Burning feelings,
Revolving emotions that I can’t leave behind.

You tried calming my tears
But it is starting all now,
Wearing my yellow dress,
Go whichever way the wind blows
I fell in your arms,
And I was right,
You played out your heart in winning mine
But I cried and I wasn’t strong enough
To say you’re the one.


By Glenda Soto-Gomez ©