Santiago wished for nothing else
Only a sweet sleep on his now death bed
What else he could ask for?
Except a casket full of flowers and Cards.
Though Paralyzed by body
His mind Wandered free
He was a bird with broken wings on a memory spree.
He knew the sky was the limit
But he could still walk if not fly
Walk down the memory lane
On the road of his choice.
What else he could ask for?
Except a casket full of flowers and Cards.
Santiago the great sailor
He wanted to be remembered
Not by everyone but only a few.
So they could tell his stories
Not only success but his failures too.
What else he could ask for?
Except a casket full of flowers and cards.
Now that he was back in the ocean where he belonged the most.
With the moon,sun and unconditional Sky
With Rain sometimes and the stars that Shined.
And he would talk with the stars
When it was dark and calm.
What else he could ask for?
Except a casket full of flowers and cards.
Now on his bed he slept forever
To leave this world and to enter in his own. Because the only road for his world was a wake of his own.
