A real anger from everything around,
Is it the end or is it just the start.
Stuck in my daydream full of colors and butterflies , dreaming of a better world where I can feel alive
A world where people feel, where people care and never judge you by the beauty of your hair..
A better place to call home, where fake friends disappear and mermaids come real..
where flowers take the places of gungs between hands,
and stories has better ends,
May this storm pass and everything become from the past..
May the winds calm down so I can hear that sound,
The sound that is calling me to survive ,
To fight the storm and avoid to dive..
and till that my veins are full of blood and anger.