Cords

 

 

Cords

roots

An island planted in the entrails of the city
Shipwrecked on its shore
I find shelter
Succumbed to a will that is finally my own

A tall fire starts in the darkest corner
And there I call you

I love you

In all the languages I have ever spoken to you

In all the languages we will ever speak

 

 

I promised to come

Here I am

Now

Let go

I am free and you are free

I say it loud and clear

 

In all the languages that bound me to you

In all the languages that set us free

For all lifetimes to come

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