Hear my heart
To save my dreams
Every time I see the birds
In that scene
This sensation
Of being alone
Without affection
I'm lost in the storm

In my fantasies
I feel your hands
I receive this warning
But I won't arrive (at) this lake

The hope asleep with the lost time
Life is poetry
But I want (to) drop out
Maybe I wish bury me
With you

The strange vision
Blind my eyes
With the rays of the storm
Just wanna live
Without crying
And out of my glass world

By Pamella Gaiguer [gaiguer@hotmail.com]