He looked up at the stars and simply whispered, "Lord, I want to believe again." The Song in the Dark
That night, the house felt too small for his grief. He picked up his guitar—an old friend with worn frets—and stepped out into the yard.
"Quero crer em um novo amanhecer..." (I want to believe in a new dawn...)
The small town of Anadias was quiet, but for Elias, the silence was deafening. He sat on his porch, watching the sun dip behind the sugar cane fields, painting the sky in bruises of purple and grey.
He looked up at the stars and simply whispered, "Lord, I want to believe again." The Song in the Dark
That night, the house felt too small for his grief. He picked up his guitar—an old friend with worn frets—and stepped out into the yard.
"Quero crer em um novo amanhecer..." (I want to believe in a new dawn...)
The small town of Anadias was quiet, but for Elias, the silence was deafening. He sat on his porch, watching the sun dip behind the sugar cane fields, painting the sky in bruises of purple and grey.
