They leave as they always leave and you
you stay as always collecting,
the cutlery and the tablecloth of the dining room
and you reveal yourself when you see the disorder they left when they split
The children ...
The children, who will one day change their home and tablecloth
when they learn the art of flying,
when your child has escaped
and they will visit you for Christmas, if they have time.
The children who throw the ball today and break a crystal
and they play pirates in the living room,
and fill the portal with their cries
and they raise their paper kites in the middle of the street.
They leave as they always leave and you
you stay as always remembering your childhood behind the glass
from the dining room, then you stay silent
and remember by the fire of the home.
The children ...
The children, who will never come back who will never come back?
to be those pirates of salt, or fill the portal with shouting
nor raise paper kites in the middle of the street.
The children, who will one day change their home and tablecloth
when they learn the art of flying
when your child has escaped
and you'll visit for Christmas if there's time left.
When they learn the art of flying
when his childhood has escaped.
and you'll visit for Christmas.
If there is time left.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)