At dawn, he looked through the window with hope
he said; "the sunrise is marvelous to see"
what's on the mind, but thoughts of absurd belief
then start the day with a shiny smile
To live or to grieve? I ask myself ... every night
the answer is never found, not yet!
I held the short memories of him, indeed a delight
God only know what all of him "to me" meant
He was a knight with golden hand (s)
a man walking with his chest up with his sword on his left hand
brave enough to rescue the weak and his cruel world
from unfairness and violence it seemed
He choose none, I couldn't believe!
to fly with the stars, he dreamed once
"the moon I wanted to see", Closer, closer from my eye
thus; an Astronaut he became
He was great in all, I believe!
Oh a fair knight he'd be
God gave him knowledge and grace
and his name was....
His dreams... he wouldn't tell!
but the heart beneath his chest is true as a fine steel
with all he was not a man of faith never keep his promises, and always forgetful
absolutely tenacious, never frail
When he speak to me, at any day
he leaves me with joy
a smile on my face, nothing more to say
but to feel the warmth in my heart, is beyond to let it cross by
He make the heart of mine beats out of tune
the colder I get, just a thought of him and am never free
like a mirror in the hand, he looked with a glance
that's to say a mirror and the sword, magic I see!
