After to walk under too many moons
by fear’s ways
you have become a woman
that prefers the security of your borders.
Dry borders.
Already I know that you are scared,
but is enough to dream.
It’s enough, because to dream with seas
don’t dunk and don’t wet to you..
Fears are not clothes
that you are put
and soon it removes.
Fears are like seas
in which we must submerge.
Failure’s ways are like veins
by where you bleed slowly
and the blood dunks to you
into sea of the shame, that’s right.
But this sea isn’t as all the seas.
Don’t cry for yourself,
our hearts already are deaf.
You are a siren,
for me, ever you has been a siren
that refuses to jump into sea.
But I ask to you that you jump,
without fears
because I am inside,
I always have been inside.
I will be a wharf for you,
thus you can jump inside
and leave when you want.
Jump, baby, jump
than seas haven’t fear’s ways.
Jump, baby, jump,
for me you are a siren.
A siren that refuses jump into sea
that I am.
But, listen to me, I ‘m inside.
