Was a cold winter
outside the city burned like HELL
and the souls screaming their pain as the FLAME burns the sin
a man was sitting down his dreams and drinking a cup of BLACK coffee with no SUGAR
he had just to say THANK YOU for his life, he was searching for an ANTI mood to write his SONG,
he was not a soldier but he dreamt every night of a SILVER moon
and he had not the courage to use the GUN
against the LIE of a world not ready to DIE
“now is just time to LOVE SOMEBODY” says, staring up at the first MORING LIGHT,
a little SON OF A BITCH , miserable and bleak with no money
is an hot summer
time goes by and a DROP on his face seems like MY RIVER
and off like a LONELY SUN
as my hearth is BURNING under the ASHES of only one word
SORRY