Seven Years

Aquino:
For seven years I’ve been in here
Seven years down in the hole—they said
“Your watch, your glasses and your wedding ring
You won’t need them anymore”
I felt abandoned—I felt cast aside
So where is God who never sleeps?
I heard a voice say, “Why do you cry?”
Then I found my inner peace
Imelda:
Ninoy, you were my first love
But you said I was too tall
The heart gets stronger and grows colder
For the Rose of Tacloban
Aquino:
I begged to God could he forgive me now?
And take back all those things I said
This moment was a gift from above
Maybe it’s some kind of test
Imelda:
Santo Niño, Santo Niño
Take good care of him
Santo Niño, Santo Niño
Take good care of him
Ninoy, remember a long time ago
You used to walk me to my home?
Who set you free? Who built this hospital?
You think I hate you but you’re wrong
Aquino:
For seven years I wore this crucifix
A necklace that watched over me
Face to face with mortality
I let go of all my fears
Imelda:
Now my husband he might hate you
But you know I saved your life
Ninoy, don’t be a hero
I beg you, don’t get on that flight
Imelda:
Santo Niño, Santo Niño
Take good care of him
Santo Niño, Santo Niño
Take good care of him
Santo Niño, Santo Niño
Take good care of him
Santo Niño, Santo Niño
Take good care of him