quinta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2017

THE PATH


Doing my path I was
slowly
step by step
sometimes dusty
sometimes like a field of hope.

My wings were free
as free was my soul
and so I kept on going
searching for that cloudy house
on the top of a hill.

Doing my path I was
dreaming of you
t'ill one day
merging the sky
I saw that white house of my dreams.

I knew you were there
the path took me to you
and so I smiled
like the sun
peeking through the clouds.


©Graça Costa