Llorando Su Recuerdo

Dear old lady... I want you to know...
that upon reading this letter... it's the pure truth...
It's been a long time since I've been behind bars..
and who knows when I'll be free again..

Of so many friends... that I had that day...
none have come... to calm my pain..
That's why I ask you, who are so kind...
to give me comfort from your great love..

And I'm here.. crying his memory...
there's no comfort for my pain...
I won't have his hands in mine anymore...
I ask God.. to calm my pain...

Sunday afternoon.. visiting time..
instead of my mother.. my sister arrived..
Dressed in mourning.. and all poor..
she cried and told me.. mom passed away..

I brought you a photo... kiss it kiss it...
pretend, brother.. that she came to see you..
And that poor prisoner.. fell to his knees..
pleading to heaven... take care of her, Lord..

And I'm here.. crying his memory...
there's no comfort for my pain...
I won't have his hands in mine anymore...
I ask God.. to calm my pain...