Just wanting some support
After so long, lonely
My dream in your seas, a privateer,
Life prepares me just weeds.
And when emotions, distant train
Bringing a more painful route
Withhold my imaginary direction
Drying in the soft spring creek.
I do not want to know more than been able
If time really brings the beast
That invades and does not allow any luck,
Just hope no support
And life is presented in such a storm
Without even as much as we can and support.