I feel time is rushing against my life
Everywhere I look I see another goodbye
Is it me, or the world is running faster?
Is it me, or nothing is suppose to last?
Mountains are moving across the sky
Oceans are leaving the earth behind
I sit down and try to think of a reason
Why things have to change each season.
It doesn’t exist a single human being
Who stops for a second just for seeing
That the earth is raising its last hand to us
Asking for our patient instead our rush.
Stop for a moment and look around
There’s no answer that can’t be found
Believe that the world is one of a kind
And you need it to remain alive.
Elsa Azevedo
Elsa Azevedo
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Imagens por: Pedro Pinheiro