There is a Angel.

Sometimes is very difficult to explaind your feelings...
Over there in some place there is a Angel, doing the same than you,
crying like you,
waiting like you,
thinking like you,
happy like you.
Sometimes in front of your eyes, sometimes, drinking a coffe beside you on the table next to you,
sometimes is far, far away...
And nobody can understand you?
Why? you or me, are separated and togheter by the crying wing.
Having the same fear...
Alone?
You lose your pacience,
You lose your mind, it's ok.
It will be come the day where the extrangers fall dow
into comunication's deep oceans.
We have to learn, to talk.
Nobody is a extrenger.

Ale.

PD:This english really sucks, maybe.

What i can do?-It's only rock and roll, but i like it)