Time, fate, love
A girl called time
took a long long trip
and never came back.
A boy called fate
made up his mind
and did it when it was too late.
But a girl called love
that flew to me
From the air around.
She filtered in
into my skin,
She didn´t make a sound.
And every time I look and see her
I feel her sound.
And everytime I look or hear
I feel her presence strong and near.
The year was young
and many songs were yet there.
To be sung
But I was sad
And lost the opportunities.
