Querida Viejita

Dear old lady
I want you to know
That by reading this letter
It's the plain truth
It's been a long time
That I've been behind bars
And who knows when
I'll be set free
Of all the friends
I had that day
None have come
To ease my pain
That's why I ask you, who are so kind
To give me comfort from your great love
And here I am crying, remembering you
There's no solace for my pain
I won't have your hands in mine anymore
I ask God to ease my pain
Sunday afternoon
Visiting time
Instead of my mother
My sister arrived
Dressed in mourning
And all pitiful
Crying, she told me
Mommy 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
Begging the heavens to watch over her
And here I am crying, remembering you
There's no solace for my pain
I won't have your hands in mine anymore
I ask God to ease my pain