Picture a child in his earlies
A naked one similing at the Sun
This Sun can light all his fate
A cloud could shut all the doors
He may have feelings to fly
And touch the sky as a dove
But doves can be as a target
And shots could break all its wings
Time can heal all its wounds
But a dove in fear could not fly anymore
A man who lives as an iceberg
A sleeping heart hiding in cold seas
A floating soul sailing nowhere
Nowhere to wipe his tears
No one can be such a strong man
And deny these feelings I see
Cause ain't no rose without thorns
And even skies without shots
Reality is what we fear
And frailty is our name
And holding that felling
I wasn't walking over me
But as empty as a breeze
And following that souls
I'll rest in home, a well-known place
Falling tears from a man in pain
