~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure amor was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from dia to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But amor was still there, although destroyed por many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and coração full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be leite and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
amor was still there, that pure amor that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of amor was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure amor was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from dia to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But amor was still there, although destroyed por many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and coração full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be leite and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
amor was still there, that pure amor that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of amor was still burning...
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked por its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked por its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are you the one shit out of luck?
Is it you being pushed around?
Is it you begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
Or is it the fact that you remember all of the lies?
Was it you tied down onto his bed?
Was it you screaming at the site of his head?
Was it you who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped you remain alright?
Do you regret ever meeting him,
or was it a lesson well-learned?
Do you regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do you regret ever beijar him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
You just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are you the one shit out of luck?
Is it you being pushed around?
Is it you begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
Or is it the fact that you remember all of the lies?
Was it you tied down onto his bed?
Was it you screaming at the site of his head?
Was it you who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped you remain alright?
Do you regret ever meeting him,
or was it a lesson well-learned?
Do you regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do you regret ever beijar him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
You just tie up a noose.