A new day is rising
With the sorrows
In a pocket of my heart
I go out to get answers
For the ones who are not listened.
I breath deeply
To air my soul the inner me
I clean my sight
By letting it dive into the green
I fill-up my chest with the energy of the sun.
I lighten-up my road by endearing
The first attempts
of the baby birds
Determined to fly
I look up to the sky.
I dig deeply into the light blue
Attempting to grab the Eternal.
I caress with my sight
The painful torsos.
I give away smiles
And pick-up the ones that blossom
When I set a flying salutation free
Which goes to rest in their ears.
And I go praying that old thing about:
Make of me an instrument of your peace...
I wish that will come true.