Her

Silent rainy night

She holds her teddy tight

The melancholy of “Concerto de Aranjuez” reasoning in her ears

The loneliness of hope coming to her fears

She feel lost that could never imagine

She search for hope that no one have given

Only she, herself know what it was

Only both of them, shares, that the secrets she have to trust

The rest didn’t knows what inside her

That hiding behinds the lover

No one know what’s get through her

All the agony and painful that hurts her

The secrets she keeps inside

Still wasn’t falling to the right side

Melancholy and agony

Both of it like a symphony

Symphony that like a hurricane to her mind and soul

When she’s down and there’s no one to hold