Fields of fears and troubles and the cold creeps into my bones,
Birds are flying low as my believes now drop on the floor,
The sky is blackening fast and my breath cannot find a way out,
I would only like to scream but I've got chains tied around my throat.
And now my fingers are yellowed by the smoke of weary cigarettes
The hand closed in a fist bangs on this window and on my regrets;
Then suddenly a crack appears into the glass and inside my own hell
And my sharp afflictions are trying to find a way to break my shell
A lightning rips the view and a thunder bangs on my chest,
The shot has been very strong and I've never felt so distressed,
But the storm is slowly ending and some birds are re-painting the sky,
So I get away from my prison and I run to follow their flight.
So I can feel the rain falling on my skin
And my tears flow away with the mistakes that I've done,
Everything is clear and shines my light within,
I look up to the sky and finally here's the sun!