Waving coals, stirring the fire
your memory looming memories of that old love distant giant
simple little at a time. .
soft melody that stirs the air suddenly
gusts shake the memory
environment and the lyrics start to get you
empty but there is only
He went there to stop your love
And where was my dream? ...
I keep a secret path to a place nobody knows
to a place lost in time your forgetfulness.
On nights like this I miss you
on nights like this I need
because it is the same as being alone
to be without you.
Because is not the same Living ... to survive ...
We have learned to fly like birds, swim like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living like brothers ... Martin Luther King 
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