The Calm

The Calm
It depends on the night
that I’m feeling sad,
the roof is the only friend I have
but it’s not giving me the calm.
When I look through the glass,
when it’s darker than bright
and the echo of my voice remembers you
but I think that’s not giving me the calm.

How can I achieve my reason to be
if I can’t move my fingers?
I need to clean up my path
Where can I find my mistakes
if I forgot our bad days?
Why can I still feel your smell?
It depends on my mood
that I understood
the diferent beats about our lifes
but that’s not giving me the calm
When I listen our songs
I remember my falls
and the echo of my voice inside of me says:
“Hey you do what you wanna do”
I would like to live my truth
with another you.
I know it’s out of my hands
but maybe you feel it too.