Burca

My, my feelings aren't so good
You speak so low
Everyday I remember you suffering
For the need to be strong
You do anything when
The reality beats on your face
To change don't just continue
Waiting for the grace

I don't know on the four shores
You come to knock, knock, knock on my door
Feeling down, it's so strange
You want to escape
You need a break

In a shelter, in a shore
I open my door

Burned bodies, conscious time
Traced destiny, conscious time
To prefer to die

Show me there's a way
To search for better way