I’m the Flower
I’m the flower ravaged by a secret heart ache
the hot summer doesn’t bother me like other times
and the leaves of my wilted face don’t fall one by one.
Good omens and bad luck lurk ready to attack
and I shiver as if butterflies flutter all around me.
I’m the flower ravaged by a secret heart ache
the evil, born and raised in my soul, nests inside me.
I’m life and death and I don’t expect much from the foolish fate
I stand tall and beautiful unlike any other
and when I’ll show my wounds to the stars, I’ll be dead.
Libros Libertad 