Learning to fly
(Víctor Lemes) The one thing I would really want to do For you, is to fill in the emptiness You have inside with something else Rather than cigarettes. My supermarket bags are not as heavy As the feelings you've held within you, All that burden you carry over your shoulders. I would like you to wipe away your shame Of your smile, your hair, your eyebrows. You see, I would care for you Not only of you, like the others intend to do. Oh, the irony of my life; I shall teach you a way, So you can reach the only place you like: The sky. That is my gladly sacrifice, For your dream matters to me More than mine.