And so I left
myself fall
I was at the
top of the cliff
Climbed there
with only one purpose
To fall
Hoping to
build wings
In the way
down
Pushed by the
cold wind
And so I fell
Eyes closed
Faith in my
soul
It seemed I
was falling too quickly
Then I slowed
down…
And I was no
longer falling
There was no
floor bellow
There was no
sky above
Just me
Myself again.
1 comments:
Quando acreditamos em nossa alma, o que parece impossível vira uma doce realidade.
Beijos
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