This life like a burning cigarette,
Fades in the craziest adventures.
For we are stuck at the dares of risk,
Questioning the outcome of those ventures.
Crazy is this rubber heart of mine,
Dressed with a suit of scratch,
And a tie of wondrousness.
When still there's a craving unexplained,
The miss of the touch of a woman.
These words are of this empty sky,
Who with all these celestic stars,
Misses the solitude of a burning comet,
The simple equation of being loved,
Through the coast of a tired ocean.
This eyes has seen a lot of happiness,
Felt long waves of impervious joy,
Through friends with shared shoulders,
Has walked several roads to fame.
Yeah, there were times with love,
Where the moon looked so bright,
Where the seasons seemed alive,
But still I wave my flag,
For the love of a lifetime,
For the touch of her skin.
In this room of mine,
The pictures of my smiling faces stand,
On the wall of beautiful mistakes.
For this life has been rewarding,
With friends, health and beauty.
For the music has been an old friend,
For it has touched me on my darkest days.
The songs of the summer,
The romantic melody of a lover's heart,
Entwined with the music of the piano,
Touched and left my soul empty.
For all the music of the world,
For all the money made,
For all the desires of life,
The touch of a woman I would trade.
This poet's words may feel literal,
This heavy rain may feel dry,
For this words were carved out of my heart,
For this song for her shall never die.
