A Lenda do Sétimo Poeta

"Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh
Some that made us cry
One that made you have to say good bye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
When he holds you close
When he pulls you near
When he says the words
You've been needing to hear
I wish I was him, cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time and"