Footsteps in my way
Clouds of smoke in the sky
look for me It’s a new day
I guess I’m alive
‘cause the blood lives in my eyes
I touch the sword and
feel the power in my hands
Yes you know, It’s the war
Death is my disloyal best friend
I know, she grabs a knife in her hands
I run for my own life
But am in strait jacket
Yes It’s the time for fight
For my land, for my honor
No rose without a thorn
No work without annoy
Look for me, I´m a new man
As sure as It can be
Because I can see blood in the sky
I touch the pen
I feel the life in my hands
Yes we know, It’s my live
I am at death´s door
We know, she hold a gun on It’s hands
De férias na ensolarada Resende
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1 comentários:
Sir, such a poetry is this!
Congrats on your "poethood"!
I'm proud of having your texts in my "homelanguage"...
Beautiful poem.
"hasta siempre"
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