I was between roles
With distant thoughts
As the reverie of the mad ones
As the deafs when hear the symphony for the first time ...
I could not resist and went back to thinking about you
And I was not afraid of hurting myself over and over
Because the madness is our witnesses
And the thought strips me of impurities in the world
Take me to the beat of your heart
A longing for a hug that is only yours ...
A tear flows in my face
And I don't know whether of joy or sorrow,
But what I know now I psychographer your soul in my mind
That's what need to live!
Along the rain noise, the song that beats inside
Where my love still lives
And beats on the meeting of the madness that dwells our existence:
Patience ...
(Joyce Martins)
