When the rain does splatter,
When the drops pitter-patter,
Take me away to a place,
Where no one will ever matter.
How I had wished to be alone,
Neither a whisper nor a moan,
Farther and farther than a milestone,
Where bonds the sun, earth and horizon.
But those inside my head, the demons,
Of treachery and prohibited legions,
Tie me to the past and the present,
For future they have no reasons.
All I desire is to break strings that bind me,
Finish the spider and web that accompany.
All I desire is to sprout wings and fly high,
Reach where the orange colors the blue sky.
