At the edge of dawn
He turned on the morning light,
and wrote on paper, again and again
I say goodbye, I leave to not return.
He went to live with so much desire
that he ran for nothing,
and began to believe, that for once
the pain he felt would do him good.
What hurts is not leaving, hurts goodbye,
What hurts is not the gray winter,
What kills and finishes is the scar.
What hurts today, tomorrow may be nothing,
because one world wakes up, when the other goes off.
The heart is not wrong,
everything he touches is saved,
beats for love, beats for pain,
it is confused, it is delivered, it is split in two.
He knows how to forgive, but he will not know how to forget,
because the heart only knows how to make peace,
and began to believe that for once
the pain I felt would go away.
What hurts is not leaving, hurts goodbye,
what hurts is not winter gis ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)