Untamed
A poet with no voice
These are times when I wonder
Do they hear me when I cry?
Do they see what is under?
Or at least do they try?
'Cause when I am asking questions
For I want to know the truth
They never go to completion
What matters is what to get from you
I still can't find the piece
That will fill all my gaps
And with space for my arris
Without stabbing your back
Why the one with the essence
Is impossible to catch?
And still feel there's a presence
And a hope that will match
You stick me with a label every time
Is that to have me tamed?
But I'm a verse with no rhyme
That won't fit in a page
Still, you can't get convinced
That all of this has no use
Except to make you flinch and confused
I still can't find the piece
That will fill all my gaps
And with space for my arris
Without stabbing your back
Why the one with the essence
Is impossible to catch?
And still feel there's a presence
And a hope that will match
Besides the things that you say
And all the curses that you throw
I have nothing to pay (for)
And away I should go
I conform with the loneliness
Because I'm still far to find
A tiny world with the sweetness
That will make me willing to bind
I still can't find the peace
That will fill all my gaps
And with no space for malice
And no reason for begs
Why the one with the essence
Is impossible to catch?
I still feel there's a presence
And a hope that will match