How much light do you have?
In the darkest night,
in the corners of your mind,
do you get any shade?
Or is it all black and dark?
The shades aren't bad,
they represent the shape of the light,
they bring things cool and fresh,
they're spots of life beneath a boiling sun.
I'm proud of my shades,
of doubt, fear, of insanity,
for the wind of courage shook all the leaves,
and brought a little of light, of certainty,
that I'd go on living in doubt, fear and insanity,
as I'm more than human,
I have divine feelings,
divine flames that shines and goes thru my branches
and leaves,
leaving spots of shading fear, doubt and insanity,
for me to find out what is to really live,
'cause it all is only up to me,
black or white, I'm a mix of those bright shades,
and I don't want to light it all at once,
until I'm sure of whom I really am and what's my true destiny.
