Vera

The truth sunk it's virulent teeth and I, have never felt anything this sweet...

A dead world, awakened by your touch
And found a new view to ponder;
What I'm yearning, is it that much,
To make your skin slither?

Lucid images, now I recall
Of your subtle silhouette;
But your spirit is away with him
So I let go without regret.

Be free, my love, be with your man,
And I'll stay here for a while;
Because I am too tired to run
And find the courage to smile.