Do you know what is strange?

How you rearrange,

All that I discover

And make it sound strange.

When I start to loose

And I change the views

You are like a muse.

You bring me the books

Which are like some hooks

So I will be learning

No matter the earnings.

You want me to be

Like a cup of tea,

Complex and compound

Not to see the wounds.

All I do is try

Look you in the eye,

And when is not tragic

I can see your magic.

Even when is hard

You live in my heart,

Giving signs of hope

That I found the scope.