Piece

Where the wind move the chords,
and I no longer ask myself anymore
´bout all the reasons why
love can not be just a song,
a painting of words.
as leafs on the wind.
 
I know as the water you can hear me
I know that you still breath me
whitout any fear of pain, always there
where prayers have no value
 
And even with all the lyrics
I could never explain
the same way that I do
when I look through your eyes,
everytime that I enjoy to hold your hand
every single kiss
and there we are,
and here I am
and You´ll allways be on my prayers.