I woke up in the morning, I had a nightmare.
I was dreaming so much, then I fall of my bed,
I dreamed I was in the air, going to anywhere...
And I saw two dogs, running scared.

The heat was intense, and I cried for more
My arms were tired, and my tears are gone.
I had no more breath, I had no more cold...
and I was suffering, while they were searching for gold.

My words are like, swords in the sands...
I was too blind to see, but both ways are the same.
I had no more choices, but voices in my head,
I Choosed don't follow them, so I fell in the mud.

I dreamed with a world, where two colours walked together,
and all the birds were singing, with the sunshine.
I dreamed with a world, who rules wasn't made by the men.
I dreamed that nobody, had to sleep in the sand.

Then I woke up, and I saw the rain,
I saw many families, running like insanes,
and the weapons were in everywhere, and the ghosts too.
I saw people dying, until the afternoon.

The world isn't simple, we must have a lot of nerve,
and if the birds don't want to sing, you have to understand.
Tears falls everyday and I know that you agree.
but if you're honest, you shouldn't fall on sleep.