The goal.
It was only your Eyes.
While the cold night longed for a light.
The storm opened in cry.
Fierce his winds contradicted everything in his direction, while the joys were asking for help.
It was just your eyes.
Fall the all life, between the mud and the fury of a wind without calm.
Everything was gray and no longer felt heat, good emotions fell between the storms of the circumstances.
It was just your eyes.
I knew what I wanted, but there were no more forces.
The goal waited after the storm and its power ridiculed my efforts.
It was just your eyes.
Desperate, he looked for a sigh.
The forces to overcome and be able to hold on to the road.
Now?.
I am a winner of storms.
Let no one question it.
If you ask what these forces have given me...
It was just your eyes.
By: Only one life.
