It won't be easy,
You'll think it strange --
When I try to explain how I feel,
That I still need your love after all
that I've done.
You won't believe me,
All you will see is a girl you once knew,
although she's dressed up to the nines,
At sixes and sevens with you.
I had to let it happen,
I had to change --
Couldn't stay all my life down a hill,
Looking out of the window,
Staying out of the sun.
So I chose freedom,
Running around, trying everything new --
But nothing impressed me at all.
I never expected it to.
Don't cry for me, Argentina!
The truth is, I never left you,
All through my wild days,
My mad existence,
I kept my promise --
Don't keep your distance.
And as for fortune and as for fame,
I never invited them in.
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired,
They are illusions -- They're not the solutions they promised to be,
The answer was here all the time,
I love you and hope you love me.
Don't cry for me, Argentina!
The truth is I never left you,
All through my wild days,
My mad existence.
I kept my promise,
Don't keep your distance.
Have I said too much,
There is nothing more I can think of to say to you . . .
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true!
(From Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Evita")
My heart goes out to Argentina. I pray that their crisis subsides, and that they finally gain a future with promise. Happy New Year, Argentina!!