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