I don't sleep,
all the night I weep,
I love waiting for the birds' chirping than living in the silence,
And all the mad dance my heart does, makes some sense.

I think the deepest I can,
For how fragile can be a man,
It's all endless to me,
To question and answer,
To unfold the stories I've been writing.

The music of my soul trails me forward,
Introduces me to the words of hope.

My eyes don't shatter even in the darkness,
'Cause they believe in the diminished light here,
Soon the sunshine reaches me,
Saying, still for the life these thoughts are mere.