You bring beauty where there wasn't any before
And you see a fire inside a candle
You bring silence when the wind screams
Sunrays if my body freezes
You bring smiles to a depression
The shield to a kid at a protest
You bring a torch to the darkness of nights
The celestial ocean inside my glass
Serenity to whoever has no job
The hand I hold if I'm about to fall
You steer life toward an answer
Just by leading it toward itself
You turn a fine painting into a masterpiece
And a country stone to become gold
You answer everything without ever speaking
You know how to kill the part of me I hate
In the poets' song you bring new lines
Gliding emotions over our hands
You lead swallows to chase the red
Of a sunset that makes the ugly stunning
Bands of light pierce hedges
7+3 if you want to make a 10
You lead a child to walk alone
Finding that on the ground he becomes a man
You put the vastness inside one of my speeches
You steer life toward an answer
Just by leading it toward itself
You turn a fine painting into a masterpiece
And a country stone to become gold