The randomness of our choices
The subconscious of our feelings
In the world of so many voices
Who call us before leaving
On the happy days, we met
The sun could have filled the planet
The sea could have rested on our feet
The wind could have been gentle and candid
But, the weather was freezing cold
In the northern country, far from here
I thought you would never be too old
For me to be attracted to you, dear
I said what matters is love
The way you look at me
You said it was decided above
Without you and me
We learned how to be thankful
For the randomness of life
We learned how to light a candle
For the luck of being alive
We are squeezed between desires
Should we pray for the outcomes?
We learned how to calm our fires
And wait on what our life may become