Used to breathe fresh mint

In fresh mornings, clear skies

Used to go slow

On wednesday afternoons, moving like honey,

Sunset skies.


Used to feel excited


Never breaking

Got used to bend

Never breaking, not to break

Got used to bend

I do want to believe
I can stand tall again.

Some people say that the only thing in life that is certain is death.

Maybe they are right. We cannot be sure of anything but that we are going to die someday.

Still, I insisted and I do insist

Give me some false hope

Fill me with a little bit of hope

So that I can make the waiting worth

So that my days pass with memories of you coming

And not leaving.