I cry tears of blood,
lost what i love of the life,
i need to create hope,
if i want to continue.
Is difficult to believe that you been forget,
is difficult to believe that someone told you,
is difficult to believe that someone do,
wihout think in you.
Give love, is give weapons to hurt you,
dont love, to dont love you,
dont love, because you are love.
A so pure feeling,
cant be told like nothing,
the most holy word,
that exists on our language.
Dream with a call,
dream with a message,
dream with a visit,
fear to the dreams.
When everything become in essence,
dont call it dream,
call it fantasy.
Make my fantasy. |