La Piedra

He sang and I cried that night
Bitterly.
It was your voice I remembered
That told me you would deny me.
Here I am, now you see me
Vulnerable as always.
Whether I'm stone or paper,
it doesn't matter anymore.

It hurts more to know
that for you I was dying
From flying to falling
there's only one step.
And broken I remained,
observing that the feet
He washed are here,
to continue.

If you want to come, you can do it.
The blood is still warm.
You will be the stone where I will build.

And the world will know about my life