domenica 8 giugno 2008

To you

To you

It is not easy to recognize my tears

But you have always seen them as soon as they came out

from my sad eyes.

It is not easy to give me advice

But you always know the words I need to hear.

Lots of times you have put your hand on my shoulder

When nobody wanted to.

Lots of times you gave me the colors

When everything was black for me.

Suddenly I saw some tears leaving your eyes

And instead of drying them

I wet them with mine.

You are suffering

And I can’t tell you the rights words

Because simply I don’t know them.

My hands are tied up by my fears

And I am drowning in my lack of experience

But, as you taught me, I won’t give up.

I’ll do my best to turn my tears into comfort

Because you deserve it more than anyone.

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