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
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