“St. James Street” street of my childhood

St. James street so sad empty and big

I sit on sill and make drawings on the window

I lean my cheek against the window is there someone who can say word to me sweet and tender?

Can’t you hear mommy and daddy how my little heart cries?

It cries for needing rest against your chest and my head longs for your loving caress.

St. James street so sad empty and big.

That old window is covered with spider net, can’t you hear me mommy and daddy how my little heart longs for love?

Can’t you hear mommy and daddy how my sore words hurt?

In that empty building where I was left…