I stand at the edge of a cliff.
I can't see what's below.
I do not know if you will be there to hold me.
Or if I will free fall.
I am afraid.
My name there and three years.
I hope they aren't three years of falling.
I see darkness.
Yet somewhere far there seems to be a light.
I'm not sure if my eyes deceive me.
Or if it's my heart.
I persist.
I hope the light grows and illuminates my jump.
I hope I'm not left in the dark to fall alone.
Three years.
Please, don't discard me unto the void.
Please, don't let me free fall.
Please, be ready to answer my questions.
Please, be ready to hold my hand.
Please, please, please.
Don't let me down the cliff.
Not alone, at least.
Se tem medo,
Vamos com medo mesmo.
