Thursday, January 22, 2009

I am the voice despaired

I am the voice despaired that squeak in the desert...

And you friend, you found me

In your mind I find space

In your heart I do dwelling

I share with you my anseiosTe I am going to know the my dreams

By you, I transform me in an army

Alone for you defend.

If calls me

It be prepared serve you

There is not walls neither barriers

For separate our friendship

If you are yourself sad, crying with you

If you are yourself happy, I cheer me with you

If you go for the war, I will be the line of front

If equal of it be at war, I will be the white flag

I am confession, I am ears

I am the one that extends you myself hand

I am the one that shares

The moment and the decision

But itself went nothing of that

It would be barely a simple friend

Aware to any reaction

I am his friend, of heart.

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