They don't know how brave we are,
When the light sizzle through our scar,
We can see our radiant green savior,
Whom silence seems like a favor.
They don't know how stuck we are,
In this magnificent and violent storm,
In spite of it all, we still perform,
Turning tears into a glowing star.
They don't know anything about us,
Every single dream looks prenuncious,
When God seems to compose my nightmares,
Allowing me to see who cares
About all my aches and pains,
About my old demons slitting my veins.
