Keepsake Poem by Carlos Aragao

And them was
Never more...
Never more....

And them she came
everything was green,
the wind was sweet,
and her smile a promise...

And the only believer was me,
she didn't know herself,
She can't see what I see

And the only believer was me,
Nothing left to give..
And the wall was so high.. the unbeliever, prisioner of himself,
left me outside.

And the green, the smile and the wind...
Never more... Never more...