Not all stories will have a happy ending,
not all hands were given to grow.
I know castles that are sadder than yesterday,
the ruins of a people dying standing up.
Not all princes will wear blue,
nor every promise will be made to respect.
There are towers so high that they are far from the sea,
foreign princesses, salt statues.
Find a light, one more,
something that helps to believe.
Launch your Rapunzel braid,
let me in again.
Not all the stories were made to sleep,
not all dreams come to visit you.
I dreamed that I told a story without time or end,
Then next to me I watched you wake up.
It is said that we all have to tell
and of what counted we will have another version.
There is nothing like the ear that knows how to listen
but there is no meaning like the heart.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)