And sometimes I fall asleep
with tears on my eyes
and sometimes I look in the sky
a little trace of my past.

Sometimes I can't see
if there is a heaven over me
and everyday I feel alone
without air, without breath.

Nobody wants to be with me
nobody is talking, nobody is hearing
Poor people that can't see
the hidden messagge that I want to give.

05/02/05 - 01/09/06