Metter the smile on your wife's face,
the smell of the beach sand on the sound of the waves
calling and waving like widows in the background behind
the sunset until the next sunshine it all be cover in black
your fears would be the only living mate left to take you back home
faithfull and patient loyal just like your shadow climbing the left spots of light and doubts
Does it metter the smell of the sweat on your shirt,
or it's better then coming back into pices after being spending your life
defending someone that don't even know how to enjoy those sample moments..
priceless only is the silence and those who respect it, that's why the space is holly
dark and deep..
Chose live in a cage of bricks or behind them in chains between shiny bars counting
your last years..
Your life my wall should i climb it or just avoid and dodge the others..
My life one and only like our world but you need more to take to that point...
She, he and their books pretended always to be the king that never get too naive
even when was standing infront of everyone naked, teaching hate and chearing for the differences
because that's what science encourage..the mirage of the chance of having a life!
no body actually gives a buck if you got short or long pants,
if your wearing success for cloths and shitty shirts as underwear