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