I've much prepared
with words you've taught
for the road I had got
that is no more paired
So this is the way
what a lonely walk
nobody here to talk
about what I wanna say
Blurred is my sight
I can see you're there
but this atmosphere?
There's no left or right
Shine, my little star
So, through the way
Without fear I can say
'Este poema quero recitar'
(May 6th, 2007)
July 10, 2009
This Way
by
Rafael
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