Song for Anna By Laura Fry

I first met you in our student house in '93 You seemed to be as quiet as a mouse Unknown to me when we all learned the Italian for 'it's cold' That day a lifelong friendship would unfold You were to marry your childhood boyfriend; it all seemed so sweet And then there'd be the patter of tiny feet Anna, they'd decided for you, how your life was going to be Nothing else was acceptable in small-town Italy You were destined for so much more with your pitch-perfect soprano voice But your life was planned; you didn't have a choice Oh, Anna, you thought you didn't have a choice

Through years of broken hearts, you were my solace on the phone Others abandoned me but you never left me on my own You never judged me the way that other people did You were frustrated, but never once did you flip your lid You just sang to me and told me that you'd always be there You gave me cups of tea and comfort When my life just got too much to bear Anna, you hum an aria in Brazilian Portuguese I tremble and say you'll bring the audience to their knees You were destined for so much more with your pitch-perfect soprano voice But your life was planned; you didn't have a choice Oh, Anna, you thought you didn't have a choice The man you love will walk to the ends of the earth with you And wish you happiness is the very least that anyone can do Anna, they'd decided for you, how your life was going to be Nothing else was acceptable in small-town Italy You were destined for so much more with your pitch-perfect soprano voice But your life was planned; you didn't have a choice Oh, Anna, I'm so pleased you've made your choice

Copyright Laura Fry 2008

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