yesterday you came running
full speed to the door
looking around with hope
"james? y james?
...dondé está james?"
no estoy allí yosimar
y lo siento mucho
mucho. mucho. mucho.
I believe the sun also rises. Dries our tears, bringing the blue skies of day. I believe the sun also rises. Lighting our past, driving the darkness away. Wake up oh sleeper, the daylight has come.
1 comment:
ouch my heart.
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