Hear it again,
Home is where you meet time
When was the last time you didn’t leave?
Calling my name while you don’t answer,
Calling for my hand while you less stretch.
Aren’t you tired of been tired?
Blackouts and the outage
footsteps missing on the stage.
I pray for the pen not to go on leave
for your tree to stick to more leaves.
I pray for absence not to have a presence
for your reign to live longer than the stars.
I pray you have a matrimony with time
you stick to a certain line
we make bodies out of those words
we make clouds out of those tears.
I pray you finally see a path
that follows your feet to a sweet sleep.