Josué

Father, I know
It´s been so long and there´s so much I could say
Will my voice ever be heard

Will it reach you?
You´re so lost

I wonder how, where, when or why you got hurt
Feel it, this love it comes right from my heart
The wind involves you when you´re sleeping

Dreaming under starry ceiling
The clock is there, I hear no ticking
This has been your home, sweet home