UNTIL THE END

A bomb explodes inside her mind

Nothing to win, nothing to lose,

She knows the pain, wondering a muse,

Inside her veins…

Dead on the streets

So far the dreams of nature

Just to know the music like a hit

Playing inside of the same memory…

Around the forest she’s living

Around the fauna she’s breathing

Nothing compares the urban place

Living in grace, blessed by his hands

Until the end…

(Joyce Martins)