Whenever the night

Comes into your heart

And asks you to stay,

Just look at the moon

And say: very soon

Comes another day...

Whenever the pain

Takes place in your soul,

Struggles and remains,

Remember tomorrow

There`ll be no more sorrow,

The sun shines again...

And even when old

With strenght for no more,

Some haze in your eyes,

Wrinkles on your face,

No crying or moaning!

There´s always a morning,

A new coming space!

Maria João Brito de Sousa - 2004