Tears
Tears
I started writing with a soft touch
So I promise I won’t cry again
There is no smoke without fire
So now is too late to moan
Cos I already set the last rose for you on fire
It flames reminds me to be myself again
Nothing is sweeter than a good woman
Life is longer with her presence
So I save my tears again in front of the broken mirrors
Cos I know
Better days are ahead
And for sure the sun will rise again
And a new rose will be born again
And my tears will be of Joy again.
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