La Boca Del Volcán
Xoel López
The Mouth of the Volcano
Some call it faith
Others call it necessity
Many have already found it
Others have only heard of it
It appears unintentionally
Or it's a needle in a haystack
Sometimes it passes like a train
And other times it stays for eternity
If it comes in the form of a scam
The flower turns into a dagger
Others only find it
After a storm
Some see the reason
That makes this world go round
Others call it a lie
If it didn't sit well with them
Some miss it
And long to start over
Many have already been burned
In the mouth of the volcano
