If I be wrong, if I be right

I am writing every day my reasons to be grateful. I have many!

You are one of them.

I am in a city that I know very well, but doesn’t know me anymore. All the good and bad experiences of this eight years living outside doesn’t seem to apply to what the public expect from me here. I am suppose to be strong all the time, so the others can rely on it? It seems to me that I was not as strong as I thought, or maybe I can only be strong when there is no option. Do you remember that I told you about that time in the border between Argentina and Bolivia that I spend 12 hours on a line to cross the border walking by myself? I would have passed out for sure if I was with somebody else, but I wasn’t, so I didn’t.

Those are the situations that I learned to handle, now I am surrounded by my family and I have you, the sweet breeze that makes the mornings colourful. I could just relax and passed out but I don’t know how to do it, I don’t know how to cry in front of others or ask for help. I just know how to stay firm and march with the band. Left — right, left — right… until the situation goes back to normal.

…If I be wrong, if I be right
Let me stay here in your arms tonight
And I have been wrong, I have been right
I have been both these things all in the same night
So if I be wrong, if I be right
Let me be here, with you, tonight