In all your pieces I see a grieve
like a one in the cold night winter wearing a shirt with short sleeve
I do not wonder whats the matter
cause its clear it’s a suffer and there is no one to flatter
life is short to me and you
but who is following the true?
In the reckoning day will be standing me and you
hearing questions and there is no clue
perplexed, scared what I will do?
That day I need to prepare for and you