The wail of your pain
Almost kills me, everyday
You try hide to me what's happening
But I know, I can tell it
Day to day, doesn't make difference
Seems like that doesn't exist
just exist a bad thought
In a black hole, at least to me
And the spirits in the air
Are around us, look there
Don't see that they aren't meat?
They are together, with you and me
Free to fly, now you can do this
until reach the shine
And finaly, your pain will run
Then we will arrives in the sun
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