Flying high between the ocean of the moutains made by tears
Quite to feel the earth whisper words from roots of crying trees
Steping light to don’t hurt the floor with my heavy hurts
Without air to breath the sound of the oxygen pulse
Do not push my back, do not pull my face
Than you’ll give it back to my soul
Slow down your power
Slow down your fight
Slow down your weapons
Slow down your life