SOMETIMES
Sometimes I want to cry
But I don’t get to have it...
I see a shake on my feet,
The cry disappears... Bye!
Sometimes I wish to run,
To vanish of this bad world...
However I find in the words
Antidote that is the own sun.
Sometimes I get to run away,
The moon is my hiding place...
Though I always need to face
The right word. Time to pray!
Sometimes I think I am alone
But life delivers what it’s done!
BY Ivan de Oliveira Melo
