I can wait
what it is to come
I don't know
but I will stay

all this pain
one day will go away
it's ok to cry today
tommorrow it's a new chance

in tears I stand
even if my bones break
they may take me for weak
but this is the bravest I've been

once, on my birthday,
my lover gave me a flower
that looked just like me
besides having the same name
our moods were the same

whenever I was happy
she showed different colors
and countless flowers
grew between its leaves
from the stems

so once, on my unprepared heart, straight and narrow,
my lover gave me sorrow
I was feeling blue
while the flower would just innocently bloom

I sat next to her, weeping away
and between hiccups I said
"if you knew what kind of love you came from
would you bloom that way?"