The Fifth

Walking through a meadow

when a sudden shadow

appears in my mind

that´s not very kind.

Looking at the horizon

with the green eyes on,

on the magic light,

that comes to my sight.

Seeing everything bright

isn´t sometimes easy,

even when you fight,

life is very crazy.

Shadow disappears,

melted all my fears,

but there are still enemies,

which I´ve given no credits.

Hearing gentle melody

makes me feel of somebody,

somebody to hold my hand

and take me to the promiseland.

Feeling the wind blowing,

as I´m slowly going,

going on my way,

not caring what they say.

There´s still much doubt,

whether I´m proud,

proud to be who I am,

and to throw away the pain.