I am from cold woods, the nature grown
In love with the sea, with rocks to mourn.
I am the salt on those rocks, I breath the sea
Looking for peace, that looks for a place in me.
Reverse from all this world offer can
A diamond cut wrong, errors in a plan.
I am the wound that will never heal
A wound that wants and has a lot to give.
I needed more but getting less
Getting more but needing less.
I have many talents but produced so little
I got used to and enjoy being in the middle.
I am from the last in a row of needs
But first by the way my soul breathes.
I am a believer that was left alone
A rising star that fell too soon, in a wrong home.
I am all those pastas, in different clefs,
Endless combinations of endless chefs.
I hang to the bad memories, but not to the past
Who am I then, when scrapped naked at last?
I am from joyful family moments
Ever longing for more
Balancing the peace
Just for a home.
I am the cloud of color and noise, stuck in time
Eternally dressed up in the thoughts of mine.
But I am also a mother to one little heart
That is my meaning from which I'll never part.
