Here is a dream odd
trying to give hope in the desert
she though she was another girl
other with a life so alike to anybody else`s
fooling herself.
She didnt knew the meaning for lucky
could not stop to cry,
could not made the void disappear
swimming into dark deep water
kept by sadness
People told her she had no right to feeling troubled.
In her bedroom the window was open
so she could see so much wider world.
But inside the tinny window,
when everyone sleeps she can rest and is quiet
no storm, no beatings, nobody screaming loud
Some afternoons she did climb up to the threes
to hear the wind sound over the falling leaves
no threats, no pain, no drinking there
Thats why the leading sound of the silence
made her jump the window off
fooling herself into the newer world
outside, everywhere.
She found ghostly streets,
scary, empty, tricky in here
or in the next corner.
like a shadow she did moved along
starving to the bones, lonely.
the crowd still got laugh of her
they did not knew how to handle the infinite serenity
coming from those eyes
there were days that they talked about her
for a length of time that seemed endless
giving names to this girl like knifes stab on her back
so badly that nobody in the town wanted she
ignored, crucified by the ignorance
Yet she did not had a place to come back
one mistake she will be home again
home in the hell she had
she sat aside the road
staring at her hands for no reason
knowing there were no place to run
no scape, no other window to jump off
not a second chance to live again
But the pain inside her head
was so bitter that she couldnt cry
just feel it exploding inside her
so close to death from the feeling..
And her body changed,
breaking her skin, bleeding around
and so, looking at her hands
she became into a wolve
running into the forest free at last
Many nigths she stare at the moon
as she used to
caressing the silence and silence from nature
fit in perfectly armony
singing at the stars with her wolverine voice
