I stood naive, like i always try to be
while there were impulses inside of me
To break every chains that bind me, blind me
To shake every faith that holds me, bolts me
But like every shadow is a child of the light
and every cloud, the sibling of sky
i am empty without what i am
because without that what am i?
And i stood naive again,
Believing that was the right thing to do
Supressed and boiling inside
But nothing to dare and prove.
