The eyes of a child,
A white hand in my soul;
Black ocean, hate and love,
And an old fear in my mind.
But I must go on,
And I need a new star,
I need to feel all the strength
Of the History, tonight.
Without a dear friend,
Without a dream,
I'm like a warrior,
A warrior without sword.
Primary fear, in mind,
And on all the skin,
I'm feeling all that, now,
The primary fear.
But I know my dark side,
And I know the pain;
And the shadow of my madness
Is a friend with a scorner smile.
