A Francisco
562
To Francisco
Because we see the same sun
On the horizon.
Because there are bonds that won't break
Neither time nor distance.
Fighting is our path.
And sooner than later,
The wind will blow in our favor.
Come on, brother, it’s never too late to walk.
Come on, brother, only those who don’t try lose.
We can be giants
In a world of little ones.
We can be the calm
In the middle of this storm.
Fighting is our path.
And sooner than later,
The wind will blow in our favor.
