green fields that I dreamed to

in the dark and holy night
when madness came to me,
I tryed to scream
but I was mute as a tree
like a bird in a cage
with a heart full of rage
and an empty soul.

when everything that I
used to believe
disappears like
the blowin' of the wind
I sit there and get drunk for
a long and useless time,
waiting for the sun
to come again
waiting for the hand
of a good old friend
but there's nobody else around
besides the black clouds
which's always raining at me.

so I wrote
so many times
that I almost
forgot my life
and it don't saved me.
but it helped me someway
to keep walking straight
day after day,
'til my spirit run away
for the green fields
that I dreamed to.

and then I realized
things that nobody told me.
and in a quiet day
I found my own way
to set me free.