Pray

Live your life
'Till your heart
Turns into a
                  [stone

Than put on
That gravyard
The deals you
                  [made
Onde by one.

Don't ever lie - in any ways -
Try just, while you're alive
Not to waste your days.

Done that,
                than you can start
To look foward
Into the future,
Into the ages
By you disformed when you
Were at that desperate
                                  [cry.

So, some of your sorrows,
Some of those parts of yourself
Guarded with honors
And for this honorable hours
That you're living for,

They may
Past or today
Come and devour
All your sins
Witch were coursed
While you were angry
They'll tell names
And - as a pretty afternoon -
You'll know the prays.

Pedro Costa