–So where is she?
–Where's who?
– That girl papa, the girl you always tell me about, the one from the stories,
The girl I see in my dreams.
Where is she?
Where is that carefree girl whose ideas would light the coldest hearts?
Where is that adventurous girl that would crave for the new?
Where is that happy girl that would daydream of her future?
Where is that girl whose laugh could enchant a forest?
Where is that girl with burning passion for her God given calling?
Where is that girl with the free and maybe a little rebellious spirit, but with a kind and a little fragile heart?
Where did she go?
–Hidden, My boy,
She's hidden,
Trapped in those walls
Chained by their thoughts
Haunted by their own fears ...
Or so she thinks.
– Wait, so she's alive?
Oh yes, yes she is,
She's there.
Her heart might be a little bruised but it still burns
She's there,
Sleeping but she's there,
Slowly opening her eyes,
Slowly rising again
She's been hurt, but she's still alive
They've tried to tame her spirit, but it's just too wild
They've tried to hide her
But her light still shines,
It shines through,
It still shines through.
–So, she'll come back?
Oh yes, indeed she will.
And when she does, everyone will see.
But for now she's just there,
By the window, sitting in that chair,
Writing her pain away.
Feeling like she's lost herself,
But trusting God will make a way
You see, she doesn't know it yet,
But He's just preparing her...
–Preparing her for what, papa?
For that my son, you'll have to wait,
To wait and see,
The unraveling of a story,
That will become a tale...
And a legendary one indeed,
One that'll surpass history,
The tale of the girl with God dreams,
The tale of the girl whose name means free.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Papel y Tinta
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