We Will Cry

Maybe, today we have lost
the rain using the umbrella,
We stopped each furious drop
in this dessert sand
arranged by stereotypes,
rules and walls.

There must be a day,
with the body of ashes
and the sight of an oracle
when the heart landscape
will bloom.

Today's chains will become
their origin, dust of past duty
and they will not show
our poorness again.
One instant shine
Hears the weepy souls
and we will be the arrangement.

The prohibition of these days
enables tomorrow's solitude,
a crowded solitude built
below the real feelings.
Indeed, the mirror, old and
broken of lost time
will not show us anymore.

If we become transparent,
we suffer from the new centuries
acknowledgment.
People do not forget a sin,
However they lost the battle
with the age.

One day the new eyes
will look forward,
and we will be before the sight
either erased by the large
and young beauty hearts
or blocking the new years
growth.

In the past we will cry
In the present we have to do
and in the future we just dream
about not losing the present
or feeling guilty about the past.