"...but if you try, sometimes..."

[Peli intrascendente, pero retiene algo del hambre desesperada de Dickens a pesar del quitarle el aguijón. No siempre se consigue lo que se quiere, ni aunque te lo hayan prometido. Vivimos por los pequeños milagros que contradicen esta ley no escrita.]

Black orange white and red
dresses hanging off your bed
from now until you reach your grave
baby I will be your slave
ask for your hand to hold
you know I could never be so bold
I could never be so brave
baby I will be your slave
lying words like overflow
they'll rule your heart - before you know
they'll cover you - from head to toe
they'll never mean a word they say
they just go
I'll bring your mother back to life
I'll bring your father back his sight
back float in a tidal wave
baby I will be your slave
I had a dream of bleeding skies
crippled legs and static eyes
open land and quiet cave
baby I will be your slave
I love you, don't you trust me?
Do you love me, like I love you?
I'm broken, lost in misery
but you don't have to worry about me
I have no more soul to save

[David Garza, Slave]