To those whom we left behind

[plural]

and those who wait for us
at the end of the last mile

I once met a women
she thought she was only a girl
but I knew better

she saved my life from my own disregard
my very soul or what was left of it
from my senseless and unfocused rage

I loved her though
we did not know what love was

in time together we learned

it was a time in my life when
my life had just been given back to me
the death sentence stayed by chance
no longer living on a leash twelve months long

for months god smiled upon us

then surged fate's fickle jealousy
which brought the sea to take her from me

now years later

it is left to me to resurrect my own soul
to breath passion into my heart
and suck the very marrow of life

yet my heart still dances
to the whims of fate

e as feridas velhas,
sangram livremente,
rasgado aberto,
como uma visão de meu amor,
aparece antes de mim