Like a ghost wandering
Its soul enslaved by its chains
To succeed in life
When others have bruised it
To succeed in life even if
Understanding does not heal
And this ghost wanders
There under its guise lies the blame
Murmur of the waves
The half word wave
Me
Murmur that must sometimes
Find a trace of thyself
Give me back
Give me back the other side of me
Remains of a dream, a broken glass
Give me back the memory of me
Perhaps sap? perhaps fever?
Give me back one more time
The will to live, a balance
Give me back love and choice
Everything to empower like kings
Like a ghost struggling
In the dawn vulnerable and damaged
And nobody understood
The semi embrace and
No one caught her cry
To start again
too