An old man had told me: Boy, open up your eyes You'll find a source of never-ending lines Now silence can be heard no more, And curtains' falling down This never-ending show has just begun Books are written in your own fantasy and fairytailes, Colored stories save them Wasting my time from the fear of you I've been breathing the fire thet kept me through Wasting my time fron the fear of you The day that passes sloely is whispering to me The secrets of next one, I can see for I am here and breathing now, drawing my own hand The more I learn the less understand Every time the wind blows, Clouds are changing shape and they Steal the light but still he's Wasting my time from fear of you Can't you see? This is the real me I got so much more to see