by Andrea Lena DiMaggio
 
If you were to see me
the way that I see you...
Happy the eyes..
the eyes they would be...

The Finale

Why do you love me?
I just don’t know what it is…
if I did, I’d do it all the time.

Why, God? Is it my fault?
Why can’t she help me?
I wish I wasn’t going to die.

Why, God? Is it my fault?
Why won’t he leave me alone?
I wish I were dead

by Andrea Lena DiMaggio

Aren’t these the same arms that carried him?
Aren’t these the same eyes that saw her play…
the same ears that heard them sing?
I wish they’d change their minds

Wish they’d come.
What was wrong?
Which of us is wrong?
Don’t they love me? I guess not.
“I love you!”
Yes…I know… I don’t know how to say it
without it sounding like a Hallmark card, but
thank you for loving me when no one else would.
I wish they did.

 

by Andrea Lena DiMaggio
 
A Stá³r Mo Chroá­, when you're far away
Far from the land you'll be leaving,
It's many a time by night and by day
That your heart will be sorely grieving.

Dancing? But I want to be an architect
...a girl architect!
Buildings…big and wide and full of space
…my work…my designs!
I wish they were proud.

 

by Andrea DiMaggio

by Andrea Lena DiMaggio

by Andrea Lena DiMaggio
 
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.

Where did I leave that bus ticket.
I can’t stay here any longer.
They just don’t understand me.
I wish mom didn’t die.
 

by Andrea Lena DiMaggio
Thanks to Annette for the help!
 
Well little girl fourteen I wish that you could see
That beauty is within your heart
And you were made with such care
your skin your body and your hair
Are perfect just the way they are