A Novel Time
Sometimes you learn to look at things
As if they are to get no better
Like single mothers on the first days of January
A hymn for the things you’d love to change
A prayer for the things you cannot
There is no new year for people like me
Only a continuation of stress to be
Life deals us blows and my songs are tired
I’ve heard that happiness is a tale untold
In order to pursue this wish
One is required to hide beyond blue skies
Like life is love
Death is a cold hug
I’ll patiently wait
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