quarta-feira, 23 de março de 2011

River of tears

When I read the message that morning, for sure
It brought tears to my eyes
that came down my face
just as melted sugar on a higher temperature;

The sugar... struggling not to fall from the spoon.
The tears... well, they struggled not to fall from my eyes;
they just couldn't be countained.
It was too much happiness, but actually, that was just a white lie.

Instantly, I started to remember the time
when I could hold your hand;
be sure that you are here.

To sit on the sidewalk and
have you by my side.
To sleep and wake up in the middle of the night,
look at you and have that feeling... stability.

Just when I had it all
something pulled me back to reality.
This anchor of a sailing ship.
Guess where he was sailing...

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