Back to the nature.
Back to the sky.
I sing a song for my future.
With no doubt and shy.
Strumming my emptines out with these fingers.
Calling your name louder than thunders.
The chords and melodies have replaced your absence.
I'm back to my guitar, back to my patience.
Singing sweet songs about you and me.
About fight and love, about cry and smiley
Lord of the sky, I'm looking at you
Bring him back, my dearest guru
Singing sweet songs alone
Until you come home
By balebila
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