abronymouse

The life was running
In front of us
But you don't run within harmony.
The pace was the wall that stopped the voice.
The truth wasn't worth anything.

The voices of the wind
And the sea waves
Have made this new day.
Now, we live without having to dream
Moments of excessive joy.
We sing together
Without looking behind us.
Nothing can stop love and peace.
 

Always, there is always someone