A passion

A passion
That sensation, intoxicates the blood to you makes give to returns
an addiction you, that does not kill but that never it moves away

Your heart is a passion rises something of which at the top you will not be able to escape
All that emotion that you feel is the glory that you this calling moments that remain in the heart
It is the force that feels of thousands of heads shouting nobody will be able robarte all this illusion
Contradiction, your joy tomorrow can be sadness is no description, to explain everything what this leaves you
Your heart is a passion rises something of which at the top you will not be able to escape
All that emotion that you feel is the glory that you this calling moments that remain in the heart
t is the force that feels of thousands of heads shouting nobody will be able robarte all this illusion