Bare: A Pop Opera

Warning

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CLAIRE
So there it is, Clare it is as you feared
All these years of wonder, their closure draws near
A quiet kind of distance, a word I would not touch
Did I ever know my son at all? Well now I know too much

But where was the warning? How can this be?
I guess there are somethings we don't want to see.
Where was the warning to know this was coming?
Now what do I do with this news find numbing
Where was the warning, where was the warning?

And what if I liked the song I heard before,
The one I sang when my boy was born
All the dreams I had for him
They fade away, lost in words I could not say.

I wish that I could hold him,
God, he's all alone and scared
I should be there for him, I love him so
But I am not prepared

And where was the warning? His father will die
How do I tell him? He can't see me cry
Where was the warning? Don't tell anyone
I don't want their pity, I just want... my son

It's happened, it's happened,
And life is so strange
One simple word
And the whole world has changed
Could this really be my child?
My firstborn, my child
Playing in his cradle, so tender and mild...