As metáforas ... ah!
Essas deixo para depois!
Ainda necessito deambular
Nas estrias deste coração
Que no peito
Incessantemente grita!
Paulo Boechat.
Well, I know
What I didn't want to know
And I saw
Where I
didn't want to go
So I took the path
Less traveled on
And I'll let my stories
Be
whispered when I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When he walked into my life
And in I let him dive
Because the way
That he
looked at me
Made me feel alive
And now I know
Nothing I know
Would
release that
Comes when
You’re in
the fold
In the fold
In the fold
In the fold
'cause in this life
You must find
Something
to live for
'cause when the darkness
Comes a calling
You’ll go back to where
You were
before
'cause this life
Is as
fragile as a dream
And nothing's ever really
As it seems
As it seems
As it seems
As it seems.
As it seems _ By Lily Kershaw