It is these events that all our thoughts emerge from,
Certain circumstances that brutally stop our rise,
It is these realities that we were not ready to receive,
And that turn to illusory any attempt to well being.
I don't have the words to express the intensity of pain,
I read in the depth of your eyes the meaning of the word unhappiness,
It's a cold memory, like that December evening,
When your burning hopes left place to ashes.
I didn't find the words to explain the unexplainable,
I didn't find the words to comfort what couldn't be soothed,
I just found my hand to put it on your shoulder,
Waiting for tomorrows to rush in playing their parts.
I don't have the magic phrases that could ease your pain,
No magic formula among these bleeding words,
I just found my presence to help you suffer,
And find out in this silence that your sadness made me grow stronger.
I didn't find the cure to fix your broken heart,
It would need so much time before it can heal,
After living with it and learning to live without it,
It wrote some part where you cry tears of blood.
You knew standing straight and I admire your courage,
You walk looking forward, facing this storm,
Compared to your task, everything seems of no importance,
Like these raining words that I hopelessly write.
However the seasons will pass, saluting your patience,
In your force and your desire, I have total confidence,
You will never be the same, but on the sky of tomorrow,
Your star will shine upon you to clear your way.