The envious life of your story was craved,
maybe he was wrong?
Did he not set this good, big heart free too soon?
To your learning and dreams I promised to give wings,
still drunk with passion,
thus conquering the distant horizons,
where the wind long ago resounded.
I promised to be your voice on the road as you walk,
so that oblivion would not find its place here,
I promised to make you a part of life,
so that together we can navigate new oceans,
just like we always did,
just as we always intended to continue.
