| Lost in myself I felt it slip away.
|
| For so long chasing what couldn’t be achieved.
|
| Gone, in front of my eyes.
|
| Silent, for my ears.
|
| Missing to my hands.
|
| Present… still in my mind.
|
| Wasting tears just to believe it could ever be undone.
|
| The sorrow is real as well as the loss.
|
| If only it could be undone,
|
| tears wouldn’t have been in vane.
|
| It’s so hard to face up this disturbing inner fight.
|
| I felt it slip away and the feelings lost their way.
|
| And at this point is when the weakest of lights shines as a thousand suns.
|
| Hesitations flew away,
|
| roots grew on the ground,
|
| the peace long awaited came with this exile.
|
| Should I really set my mind free?
|
| I got the chance, but I’m afraid to be deceived.
|
| And when your fears are swept away you find the essence of a new day.
|
| Hesitations flew away,
|
| roots grew on the ground.
|
| My mind was clear and so was my heart since my wings know no bounds.
|
| By Jordi Bolíbar / Toni Gonzalez |