It was a rainy day
When I stood at the bay

At the glamouros lights of the other side I stared
Now I see what a bad call I made

Travelling from the world of birds and green
To a world pale where nothing but lights gleam

Travelling from childhood filled with white dreams
To a black world where certain needs is all we please

Woe me for taking that decision
For more stalling was my mission

I remember wondering how would I go unharmed through it; that ocean
Like the thing that lost it's way and was found on the other side; that cushion

If you understand a thing, I'm stunned, but well, it has a story in it, but it isn't finished.