Shades gray cloudy
seem the only faith in a world
that has no words to say
who we are.
Sun of the dawn
nevermore will shine has shone
yesterday.
Tears of light
stir the milky veil
and a leaf slips away...

I'll be the hero who will come
when, calling a name,
you'll fall down.
And your sorrowing heart
praying the sun
will search for anyone
you'd like near to you.
Even if I'll have no powers
or no dress and coat,
I'll give my voice
that will keep you strong
like in embrace of peace.

Life can seem impossible
and the day appears
like dark.
Decisions are without truth,
and sometimes heart seems sad.
I feel your soul crying
and her innocence fading the night.
Your eyes kiss the moon,
the lips waiting for a whisper
that will say...

I'll be the hero who will come
when, dreaming the stars,
you'll smile pretty.
And I'll enter in your soul
giving you a core of love
that spreads away your gloom air
as does dawn rising.
And when you'll open the eyes
I'll be there next to you
to say goodmorning
with an embrace of love.