SCAR
Seeing this impression in my skin
I recall much of what I wanted
And every step that it will give
Altogether no limit now impels me.
In the dream where the verse proves
Hope you’re doing law
How much time immersed in another
See what really compels me.
The song wants a more concentric
And I know that love is even said eccentric
And vague as it cannot climb.
The mantle of hope, even rustic
Since when expressed in acoustic tone
Life will draw even in fun.
MARCOS LOURES
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