

My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
I'm standing on the stage
Of fear and self-doubt
It's a hollow play
But they'll clap anyway
[Repeat Verse 1]
I'm living in an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know
Though the fear keeps me moving
Still my heart beats so slow
[Repeat Verse 1]
My body is a cage
We take what we're given
Just because you've forgotten
Doesn't mean you're forgiven
I'm living in an age
Still turning in the night
But when I get to the doorway
There's no one in sight
I'm living in an age
Realizing I'm dancing
With the one I love
But my mind holds the key
Still next to me
My mind holds the key
Set my spirit free
Até este momento, o momento em que escrevo, nunca conheci ninguém que admirasse mais, ou mesmo menos, é simplesmente incomparável, que o meu Pai. Vai fazer três anos que ele partiu e continua a ser para mim a pessoa mais genial e fabulosa que conheci, o Sr.Grisalho.
Alguns amigos dele, de outros tempos e de outros lugares, chamavam-no de Charles Bronson Gaúcho. Tenho saudades dele, muitas. Isso é bom.
O meu corpo é uma prisão para mim… noutra altura tento partilhar o meu sentimento.
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