In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
amargo, amarga and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this música of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written por the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.

Thoughts
are flooding
my heart,
I cannot sleep,
I cannot see...

Where is
the truth
hiding?
Within
my heart,
within
my heart...

There
it sleeps,
there
it fears.

I've seen it,
oh
I have.
Deep down
inside
your blue eyes,
I have seen,
I have felt...

It's tearing me,
oh
you're not letting me...

Oh no,
you're not letting me
amor you
the way I want,
so I'm still afraid
to give you my heart.

I'm afraid
of
what I have seen
inside
your blue eyes,
but I hug you...
I hug you
as if I know
that I will never
come back
to you.
I hug you
as if I don't see...

That coldness
inside
your blue eyes,
but I'm still
looking at you.
Sad and hurt,
for you're not letting me,
oh
you're not letting me
amor you
the way I want.

true friends are hard to come by...
yet when you catch them you feel like you can fly...
you trust them,
amor them,
and talk of future...
you know that they will never lie...
and seguinte to them you stand side por side...
you amor them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when you know your important...
that you know you have some one to comfort you...
you hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.

One night I dreamed I was wlking along the de praia, praia with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.


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-Maiza

Laid here por the time goes.
I can See my self as it's going erased
as you see Im stand still
But you ignore,,

Passed me as i never in,,
talk to Me but not touch your mind..
where were you've been??????

im here..
standing always yours..
But
u see me nothing on your presences..
just the shadows that blows inside

And Its hurt me now
deep inside my coração I want you to know..
im the only that will carry you off
im the girls that always wait ur warmth


im the only knows why u cry on,,
and im always stand here
from now,,then


don't let your mind buried me on...
rest but not in peaces,,,,

like the souls without home///