Slowly I’m covering my feelings with clothe
I put that fragrance to smell success
I wash my body to remove that stress
I apply the lotion to soften my life
...
I do my hairs to protect my goals
And I wonder where this thump comes from.
I bet to stand in a pillar and lift the sun
And pop out the moon in my pockets
Cleans all the rivers for the fish’s life
Grow the seeds to feed the birds
Cause the bush to retrieve the life
This happens to all the sweet homes.
Pointing to you I now say
Not yet did the clouds give the storms of death
But they sweep all the happiness in your home
Maybe you’ll think that happens only to you
But those storms are really falling in your life
And soon they’ll clean even the good things you got.
Please! Let them happen.
For now there is nothing you can do without
Sitting, thinking and crying about it
This is true that is painful and unacceptable
But it is the fact that you learn more than a royal child.
Be strong and know that someday you’ll lift the sun.
You’ll be the one to give your family the moons out of your pockets.
You’ll wash their sorrows and be their happiness.
You’re their ark in times of floods.
Please! Show them that you can all handle it.