After Somalia
There's no sunshine in her hair
And the glow that was eternal in those big brown eyes is now gone
When she stares she shows no sign of emotion, only despair
After Somalia things were never the same
She still can't look me in the eyes
And her eyes keep remembering the awful torture I don't even want to know about
After Somalia the jokes were gone
Even the ones 'bout my love life were not a part of her day
And that cute accent had all fade away
The child in her voice had disappeared
It turned colder, and bitter
Not blaming her, of course, but can't I wish things had just stayed the same?
After Somalia every time I touch her she walks away
I wonder if she thinks I will hurt her, wich only brings me more pain
After Somalia the hurt and the pain deep in her soul became exposed
She now had weaknesses and the door to her heart was completely closed
After Somalia our friendship was never the same
But maybe, just sometimes I see a glimpse of hope and a gloom in her eyes,
Those glimpses remind me the reasons why
After Somalia my affection continues the same
But the love that I feel is much bigger that I might as well go up in flames