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Gustavo Cervantes
Invitado
It was easy to seat here and let my mind wander in your words
those that you easily put together to make-believe... not just me,
but all... Oh, dear. You are good... You are very good... I swear.
Today I have to understand that was impossible to commit.
I drew a card. I put my fate in your lies...I silenced my thoughts
because I wanted to walk the line and leave a mark... Oh god!
I prayed, I raised my arms, and I screamed for destiny to come,
let it thunder, let it rain...let redemption without pain.
*Because I had decided to stay put for better or for worse,
and make a bed to lay on, thinking the worse wouldn't soar,
or else to make the bad bearable numb... knowing all along,
we will not be able to make them better or even make them go.
Instead, we made worse be the norm, not the fall, only God knows.
In my loneliness, I blinded my reason to let love be, so we can see,
life as the life we per-sieve, a utopian dream... a romantic sin.
And enjoy the fantasy of a divine hand place on us... an oneiric trip.
Now at the stroke of sighs and pure teardrops... I admit,
we could of make possible the impossible... by desire
but sadly ... the possible we were not able to achieve.
I'm sorry... I must leave.
those that you easily put together to make-believe... not just me,
but all... Oh, dear. You are good... You are very good... I swear.
Today I have to understand that was impossible to commit.
I drew a card. I put my fate in your lies...I silenced my thoughts
because I wanted to walk the line and leave a mark... Oh god!
I prayed, I raised my arms, and I screamed for destiny to come,
let it thunder, let it rain...let redemption without pain.
*Because I had decided to stay put for better or for worse,
and make a bed to lay on, thinking the worse wouldn't soar,
or else to make the bad bearable numb... knowing all along,
we will not be able to make them better or even make them go.
Instead, we made worse be the norm, not the fall, only God knows.
In my loneliness, I blinded my reason to let love be, so we can see,
life as the life we per-sieve, a utopian dream... a romantic sin.
And enjoy the fantasy of a divine hand place on us... an oneiric trip.
Now at the stroke of sighs and pure teardrops... I admit,
we could of make possible the impossible... by desire
but sadly ... the possible we were not able to achieve.
I'm sorry... I must leave.
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