“Europa (Earth’s Cry, Heaven’s Smile)” – A tribute to Santana the Greatest storyteller of them all
Lovely as the lotus flower picked like a common weed
He stops to ask her if he can take her home
She shrugs and politely tells him no
As she covers the shame in her face
He drives away and looks back just in time to see
Her crumple and fall to the ground and sob and cry a never ending sea…
He drives back and gets out of his car and places his arm around her.
The rain is no longer melting in to her skin like it was before…Drowning her
The city keeps walking by her and here is this flower, this crumpled maiden who’s lost any track of hope
Laying here on the ground crying her eyes out to a sun that does not come
He screams to the sky to rescue her, and the sky does not hear him.
He screams it over and over again to no one..To a God…just then the sky then stops it berating pelting pain down on her.
And her wounds are healed today if only, until the unrelenting rain finds her again and takes her to the place that her pain knows her so well.