The trouble is over now...
another darkness over day...that day...
and clouds above moved closer and closer looking so dissatisfied
but the hardest Wind keep blowing and blowing so dishonestly...
i wanted to loose myself from sight...that day.

Daylight tunerd somehow...
and the fight is over now
strength i have is runing out

Can you come and take my inner child by hands
can you choose to folow me;
my broken dreams,
make me less incomplete
inside i can hear it calling;
my child...crying...

Can this ground below
grow colder and put me down inside
my mind has lost direction somehow
cuz i used to be my own protection...but not now...





...............P.S. Im Dead...............

RENAMOR

Why am i searching for perfection?
knowing its something i wont find...

Im standing in road with no direction...
where did I loose myself?
How did I fall so far behind...

Can I regain whats lost inside?
Why does my pain looks like my pride...
why does it feels like i deserve this...

in my fears and flaws
i stopped searching for perfection
theres no roads left to road
all because i let myself down again...

At least this time
there`s no blood
there`s no alibi
theres just disgrace
im never gona leave this place

Im my own worse enemy
and theres nothing you can say...

René Agustín Morales Rodríguez.
RENAMOR