Face lift up to the sky
Waiting for the the first drop of rain to purify my body
From all the dirt of the crowd that causes so much pain
That I don't feel my skin again.

Exact temperature my pores needed
to feel the exact sensation of relief
hairs straight and hard
so hard that would brush all the leaves in the ground.

Drops of water,
come to me.
Drops of water,
my skin is thirsty cant you see?

A layer of second skin comes off
taking years of corrupted experiences take it away rough
there is a desperation inside that is screaming regrets and too much self careless.

Im afraid that would not be enough for you
to purify this damaged body.
But I have hope
that you will make me feel a little better with your drops of water
I beg come to me.
Drops of water
I miss the tenderness that it used to be.