When No One's Around
(the season is changing)
If we've got to rhime
About doubts and insight
Conect to what we've never done
We'll be praised or scorned
From the day we are born
For doing what we'venever done
To make hwo clear the way is torning
is far enough to take my breath again
Waitting hours, triving moments
Shine Days on the horizont
Not always the truth is clear
Is far enought to take my breath
There's something wrong!
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