For your neighborhood.

For your neighborhood.

I stop being a hero,
they like it when you are a peasant,
I said hi to the elders, I loved them
even they didn't teach me anything
even they were crazy, (or so was believed)
even I can't recall their faces

We wore uniforms
and we all looked like an ants
we were "the youth", we were the future
they listen our performances
there were claps, and tears
we couldn't see behind

for my neighborhood,
I closed my eyes
and it wasnt dark
until I open them.

Un abrazo, Ivan