Gerald Brennan—composer, lyricist, pianist, singer
Lyrics are sex-independent. Could be sung by mom or dad. Their daughter has flown. They don’t know where or why. No warning – or so they thought. But the more they thought about it, the more they realized that the signals were always there. They never abused her. Just loved her. But as a child, and never noticed that she had become a woman with new needs. I hope she gets in touch with them soon.
Our home was a joyful place.
Now, Arietta, where are you?
Running from our little world that you outgrew.
Just a girl, now you’re gone.
How were we the last to know?
How could I look
but not see through?
See past your artless disguise and reach down to
touch your young woman’s heartache,
now listen to your heart,
and come home to me.