Moa

Moa is an old woman filled with old wounds
I got the pleasure to have her as neighbour

*She´s that lovely, humble mixxed with sorrow
That she´s getting weak to your knees*

I have hear a thousand times her ache
Mama said “don´t bother the old lady with your stories”
But I told her about my life and she do it too
I don´t think I bother her
She´s the kind of people that flee if she fear
And she ever want me to stay more and more
Moa tells me about her youth and
How things made her smaller and fearfull
She says it wasn´t always her name Moa
When her mother took her in her arms
And saw her eyes, she called her Moa
But then a strange men took her away from her mom´s arms
And change her name by Laura and putted her to work

She never relieved the pain inside, never spoke about those dark years
But with the help and love of this little girl she could
She said “I´m completely against wars!”
But the irony of my life was that a war set me free
Cause when I went back from worked at the ranch
She´ve found her owner dead with thousand bullets on his chest
It was the happiest day of her life
Tears shed on liberation and broken dignity turned back
She changed her name again to the beautiful sound of Moa…

*Chorus (x2)

I can swear when mama call at me for the dinner
I start crying for the cruelty that surrounded her
I think I won´t never forget her sparkling eyes coming to the end
She´ve kissed my forehead and thanked me to have heard her
Now Moa is my friend!