Oh, Mara: From Shadows to Tomorrow

Mara was a boy in Lisbon's cracks, where the shadows whispered of knives

and backs. Graffiti on the walls, dreams in black. He ran fast,

but trouble ran faster. Hopes broke like glass on cobbled streets.

A chorus of sirens, a life on repeat. But oh,

Mara. Oh, Mara. You faced the dark,

found tomorrow. Left the smoke, the crime, the sorrow. Now you walk

with God and two guns your shadow. Amsterdam called,

cold streets of sin. He wore the mask, but