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The Hour of Fear

It's time to be born, so it's begun.

It's time to fall, so it's over.

The hours pass quickly,

but with time, it no longer matters.

 


I can feel the fear inside me,

it was so much that I had to put an end to it.

I'm exhausted and increasingly lost

and I found that I was being absorbed.



Do you want me to be locked up with lost people?

All I have to do is enter the vault of unprotected souls.

The crowd was so strong that even death was hiding,

inside my verses that it hurt.



I wanted to ask ‘where was I?

but getting out of this dream was enough.

So I walked in search of the truth,

but I had to step on this dirt-covered ground.



I felt like my heart was being chased,

but when I looked back, you even made a noise.

Finally, I found you next to me,

Don't worry because this won't be the end.



Come closer to awaken my love.

Hold me, so I can forget the terror.

Look at me as if I were dying of terror.

Kiss me so that I can be your saviour.



Copyright Credit: Miguel Silva, "A hora do medo" from Gota d’água


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