All I want is a place on your shelf
Came to the waves, breaking skies,
on my way.
Jumped, into the past, where i rest,
to the things, once i left.
finally, i do come back, to my country where i left,
to the things i want, but certainly never get.
child inside me, tells me i want it,
the skies are not the same,neither the air.
you being my love, your talks the fuel,
need to light that fire, the color is you
Sun stares at me,
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