Sun down, but it ain't the end of the storm,
still bright within that soul, I 'm still warm.
Wind blows in my face, but I still stand,
it fills my eyes, but I would still fight the sand.
Since I broke, there's no more despair,
I won't lead that life, searching for the fair,
the man learns, the man grows more wise,
the man sees his life, man grows custom of lies.
No, it ain't the stories of sadness, but those of truth,
innocence have blinded, and those dreams of youth.
No, ain't going to fight for it no more,
ain't worth it those dreams, those that lead to no shore.
I have seen now, the cruel and its ways,
I have realized now, the reasons of the strays,
as pours down, tears of the heaven in rain,
I learn, to use resilience instead of pain.
