Lama
Clara Nunes
Mud
For the short time you disappeared
Apparently it seems like you rose
But what I heard about you
Made me sad, I heard
That to rise you fell
You fell
Everyone wants to rise
The conception of life allows it
Even more when the climb
Has the sky as a limit
So it's no use being
At the highest step of fame
With your morals all buried in the mud
