De Vuelta Al Juego

When the words run out
and when those feelings fall apart
it gets harder to swallow your pain.
In the wind, the fight
it's always you who’s down
paddling on with no strength
and a little joy would do you good.
With your eyes always up
between games and comebacks, escaping.
Is this the journey or is it life?
Where do you go when they ask for more?
Walking today, morning will come
I want to see the sun when it hits my face.
Walking today, morning will come
no one says we resemble each other at all.