When I look at you
I see a (im)perfect thing.
Always with(out) smile on your face.
Soul(less), full of emotions and will to feel.

Shininess of your hair, sparks in your eyes.
Young body trapped in even younger mind.
You want to see the world (from below).

You have so much to (not) live for.
(What are we waiting for, let´s run
into a field of eternal suns.
Where light shines slower
and words are not so strong.)