Daily torment, days of sorrow
Life without a point...

I want to create in my mind a place of my own.
One were i can visit when needed...

There is no song to sing
No poem to dedicate...

The world is always balanced
If there´s a war...

Change: alter, variety, make or become different
Something that occurs everyday...

There`s sunlight passing through
A little bit of hope...

Dream about the past
Fantasize the future...

I don’t know if I’m ready
I look into his eyes and I leave earth for a while...

I listen to the radio,
I hear a love song...