Today he faces up to whatever may come
Be it for good, or all bad.
And even when he may lose
He´s going to bite his tongue to hold on.
Today that he sees clearly the things
That yesterday he didn´t see, he´s not about to demand
He´s leaning on his pain
He wants to understand in order to move on
The battle is here
And it explodes against him
Some day it´s going to stop raining.
And how is he going to get out of this one.
He wants the answer
(but) he knows it is not to run away.
Today how weird everyone looks at him
He stands up and he wants to talk
And his mouth forgets
What once it wanted to explain.
His patience is about to start
A circus to see parade
The pain which used to be
And the pain he no longer wants to see come back.
He looks for shelter in a streetlamp
And between two flowers which are always pointing to the sun.
That´s how he crosses over his wall,
He smiles at me and breaks away with his own net.
Today he feels satisfied
Even though that role no longer exists.
He sticks out his chest to life
And his song is played once again
Today he receives the applauses
He knew how to be salt as well as honey
And he connects with his steps
That to fall over is not taken well
His war is over
The feet back on the ground
And his hand reaches a heart.
His thinking is quiet
His sorrow, oblivion
And his soul, a passion
Today he faces up to whatever may come
Be it for good, or all bad
And even when he loses what he has
He´s going to bite his tongue to hold on
His patience is about to start
A circus to see parade
The pain which used to be
And the pain he no longer wants to see come back.
He looks for shelter in a streetlamp
And between two flowers which are always pointing to the sun.
That´s how he crosses over his wall,
He smiles at me and breaks away with his own net.