10 novembro 2010

A (sym.pa.thet.ic) Day

Take me to a place
where I have been before
and make me see
what wasn't there

Make me breathe the air again
as a filter for the the pain
Make me see the blue sky
so I can fly up high

Make me taste the water
that lies there
and let me feel pure

Make me feel the sun
even if there isn't one
Small talk me with no words
make me believe that you silently care

and If the rain comes
to wash away our love
I'll feel blessed

and surrounded by trees,
and birds
I'll be able
to finally rest.