Same dream … different chapters
filled with page after page after page
but always, somewhere deep inside
I knew that my life would be made.
Always dreaming… sunny afternoons
filled with happiness from laughter and joy
but always, another twisting road
leads me far from the laughter once more.
So much horror… every different day
filled with women our children and men
my dreams seemed so very far away
I thought that for me it's the end.
But now I know it's the very same dream
filled with page after page after page
and now, somewhere deep inside
I know why my life has been made.
To dream… and to write my dreams
filled with page after page after page
so that everyone, somewhere deep inside
will dream how to stop man from rage.
