I try to live up tomorrow.
Find a way to live.
Then, closing my eyes.
And I'm thinking.
As the world is the truth.
And when I open my eyes.
I realized that was wrong.
Thinking that the world was good.
But I was wrong.
But no use.
I feel the rain fall.
I try to escape.
But where to?
If this is something beyond what I can see.
Recalling.
Of the bad things.
And even to try to forget them.
She haunt me forever.
Do not just lurk.
Or flee.
Without trying to cope.
Facing my memories.
Facing my past.
To live the present.
That after the darkness.
There will be something good.
What you will illuminate.
Por: Willian Michel Schneider
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