Tornado Sam, We are at the end
Has the glory called your name?
Mum and Dad, They were too absent
Sometimes you need their presence
Someone is crossing the road with a bag of lies and moans
Picked in a paradise city called “There's No Hope”
He decided to burn all these memories to go on his unexpected wind
The man needs to play with is faith
The world is like a food chain
Where the poor is forced to eat the rich's dust
But sometimes the actions turn
And the poor becomes the beast crushing everything
And you could be that poor if you find yourself
Because the faithful poor
Believes in a thing called dream
The dreams are the way
To go to the doors of Eden
And this will be a goodbye
To the world that doesn't understand you
1,2,3 Everyone to the Walden!
Singing a song of diversity and revolution
Who am I? and Why am I Here?
And other philosophical thoughts about my Ego
Tell me what can I do to become a hero!
Take my hand, close your eyes and find your way
The life can change...
What will you scream to the world?
What will you scream when you knock to the doors?
Of Eden, of Freedom, of the boy and his free choice
What will you scream to the world?
The dreams are the only way
To go to the doors of Eden
And this will be the end of the fight
Against the world that doesn't understand you