Pobre Pico de Madera
Bobicraft
Poor Wooden Pickaxe
In Minecraft, all the games make my crafting
I'm the first thing that helps you progress
They mine 3 of stone and my torment begins
They burn me or throw me at a cactus and that's it
This must stop somehow
I can't stand it anymore, someone make it stop
Everyone needs me but no one remembers me
Stop burning me and forgetting me to move forward
They don't consider this pain
I want to accompany you
I'm not just a tool
I want to love someone
But no
No
It won't be
Ever
There was a time when I felt excited
We had adventures, but once again I ended up burned
Oh
The end of this story may interest you
We've all felt this way more than once
But it's important to never lose hope
Because someone was able to come into my life
But those fears that played with my mind
Always told me this couldn't happen
Until one afternoon I saw you there, smiling
And you made my worries fly away
They valued me, they loved me, they came to show me
What love is
You charmed me, you framed me, you taught me to love
And so as my story ends, you will see, something good will come, you just have to wait