When I start thinking of you,
I get lost.
I think of the sea and the sky,
I think of the beauty of birds,
how they fly.
I think of honest people,
and others,
how they manage to lie.
I think of luxury life,
I think of refugees, war
and how starving innocent people
painfully and slowly die.

Yes I get lost..
Still thinking how much life
and every single thing on earth costs.
And I always end up saying,
because God heard me,
while I was praying ,
I wanted you to be my life,
my day and night,
my morning when the sun is bright,
Simply you to be me..
Now I know why I get lost..!!

Dedicated to Maurice Gibb!

Fabiana Brünell