Remember the cage? Is the bird still in there?
Maybe not; so as I thought that it is fair
When she finds peace instead than despair
Oh! Can she fly now? Did you repair?
Her wings, that could hide the sun
speak to life and float in air?

I hope, if you write back i shall have the news
I suppose not to assume and confuse
My guess anyway

Remember the butterfly? Wonder who could count those wings
With the naked eye, or even listen to what it sings
Tales of our smiles or other little things
Do you see it now? When it springs?

I hope, if you write back i shall have the news
I suppose i shall wait to be amused
By then anyway

The reds, blues and other colours of four
Splash them all to make room for more
No protests, playing along the shore
The curves of those rocks
The waves and the talks
They travel through the holes
Meets all the souls to discover the core
The centre of these dreams, that you wore...

I hope, if you write back i shall have the news
I suppose one should i choose
By now anyway

Remember the mountains? A last one to bother with questions
There? Where they kissed the hands
Wonder how they exist the lands?
Did you try? Try to reach the peak?
Enormous joy up there if you seek
For once and may take the leap of faith
Towards life.. There's none called weak

I hope, if you write back i shall have the news
I suppose not to loose
To time anyway