The Matadora falls asleep
She dreams of battles, brute defeat and victory in the golden sun
Like all her heroes there before
On the colosseum painted doors
She too someday will be one
Who knows what she feels?
Who knows how she feels?
(All we know is all we know)
I know what I feel
You know what you feel
(All we know is all we know)
Is it too much to hope for?
Is it too much to ask for?
Is it too late for a little grace?
The mighty toro stumbles blind
The universe opens wide
The ground beneath him slips away
And all at once he's alone
Standing in the great unknown
The world above him slowy fades
Who knows what he feels?
Who knows how he feels?
(All we know is all we know)
I know how I feel
You know how you feel
In another space and time, maybe up above
They'll meet again, with hearts full of love
Mohmanad Ali Boymae
Are we all the bull on beaten days or the matador in many ways?
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