Drift Wood

She was a girl
strong and petite.
Her heart made a curl
with every beat.

The wood she was made of
could hardly be seen.
Most of her ways had been rough
but she knew what they mean:

Like birds in the storm, bullish and save
don´t fly on their own.
Once they float on that wave,
they fly ´cause they´re flown.

And that thought like a knife
cuts her dark doubts in two.
What if you don´t live life?
What if life lives you?

He was a guy
full of drive and so wild
sometimes willing to fly
whilst taking care of his child.

The wood he was made of
you could see at first sight.
His shell may be tough
but inside there is light.

Like birds in the storm, bullish and save
don´t fly on their own.
Once they float on that wave,
they fly ´cause they´re flown.

And that thought like a knife
cuts his dark doubts in two.
What if you don´t live life?
What if life lives you?

In a sudden they realized,
´though they don´t share a name,
there was a reason their love rised:

Their wood was the same.

 

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