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irama, 

I sat here today, looking for a rose

a piece of star in this grim sky

I found a drop in what was our cup

I cleaned the footprint of my unwashed hand

It was due, maybe late, but the cup is clean

I looked for a word a piece of star

for a smile and and candle light

cause beyond all is you

the queen I dishonor

cause beyond all

is me the departed king

In times like this a man looks up

for a time machine, a mean to fix

for all to be 

right again

In times like this, thou, a man can only take

the broken pieces of the greatest love

and make them seed for harvest to come

Walking tall in his tiny path to pay the due

and make it all up

Empty hands and a big heart

untamed spirit and a bended path

Irama you will walk

I will walk

In your flower that so I miss

life must have gentle again

her breeze and touch 

for it to breath

And the growth that all will move

shall it come to new and good

At your feet I leave this words of sand

that's all I have

At your feet I leave me again

naked and bruised but me again

The drawings you once fear

are the fire of light

The cloud has gone and so the mud

from this boots to be clean

for their path

Iramama

Sweet gentle spiky leather flower

This whispers shall light a candle to you

Out here in the cold between me and you

Out here in the storm of voices and ghosts

This is a present 

shall it never die?

If you may this crystal to pass

then as usual life will say

and then as usual we shall hear ......