Vaya semana....

..When youre all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
Its been up for sale
And you begin to think bout
All the things that youve done
And you begin to hate
Just bout everything
But remember the princess
who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though
she knew you was wrong
And right now
she just might come shining through
And the glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through...

Otro poeta que se va....