Pieces of paper, lost in the sea
Winds that carry them aimlessly
How white is the past
How sad the future
Full of questions that never end

Who directs the air
Who breaks the leaves
Of those palm trees that cry

Who controls the time
That they lose alone
Who weaves the nets that choke them

I will sail through the pain
A ship without a rudder
Carrying the memories of the life it left behind
The green and gray sky
The ivory snow
Fall upon the dream
That once could live

But who directs the air
Who breaks the leaves
Of those palm trees that cry

Who controls the time
That they lose alone
Who weaves the nets that choke them

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