It's night
I've flown thousands of miles
And I'm speechless
Still speechless
What could I say?
Tears steal most my words
And I don't have the poet's skill
But I will try
Because I need to.
In one side
I hold tears
And they are grey
Painted by the darkness of a wicked world
The merciless capital factory
Guaranteed to shake the body
It's not a tremble
It's a deadly earthquake
And the hands
The nearing anxiety
The smell of death.
But these
Are anxieties
Are fears
That won't come out.
These are grey tears
And they don't come out.
Because as I put my head on the pillow
I read her words
I feel her love
I feel her care
I feel our greatest dreams
Slowing fitting together
Building a home for our hearts.
And in there,
What matters
Is what we are
And we get to be.
Yes
I'm crying tonight
But these tears are light
Pure joy
Simple joy
Yellow
Brazilian
Blue-eyed
It's my little spider
She got a golden coat
Carefully, with her warmth
She put it on top of my heart
She protected it
And I will never give up
I will never succumb
Because I love her
I love her
I love her
I love her
I love my little spider.