"I've been looking for my baby
I've been looking for my baby

But a long way it could be
From post to post I've been (searched for you)
I have searched, then I search, then I search, then I
search
Could you be hiding from me? (don't hide)
Just so you know, our past is all behind us now


I don't wanna know where you've been
I don't wanna know who you've been with
All I want is for you to come home
All I really want is for you to come home
I ain't for me, Hiya Kaya, Buyia Kanga
I ain't for me, Hiya Kaya, Buyia Kanga


Everybody fight sometimes
Everybody fight sometimes


We can work this out (don't know what it's about)
So if we can talk we are something
Let's embrace and appreciatte and understand that we
are different (we are all different)
Then who knows the same and perfect place


I don't wanna know where you've been
I don't wanna know who you've been with
All I want is for you to come home
All I really want is for you to come home
I ain't for me, Hiya Kaya, Buyia Kanga
I ain't for me, Hiya Kaya, Buyia Kanga"

Respiro fundo para que a inspiração surja.

Já não sabia o que era viver só para mim, viver em função de mim, viver mais sozinha. Será que se aprende? E aí se sobressaem os amigos, reparo que tenho mais dos que pensava. Amigos para viver. Amigos para confiar. Amigos para sorrir. Amigos para esquecer o pior. Amigos.

Respiro fundo.

Bem tento, mas já perdi a inspiração que me fazia escrever sem hesitar.

And so it is...

É bom ter amigos.