Like a deer fleeing on its stumps, every time the wind blows in the boughs The dogs were here to kill My room shakes like a child who's scared by men hidden in the shades Peace isn't gained with thorns in our sheets I remember when the unicorns rested on me knees When I believed in... I panic Confined with me rotting legs Are the caged birds scared to flee? When it comes the day When we have to say goodbye to the world as we knew it To what we thought was asset And piece is in the grave With Tinkerbell My freedom is above the fear Will I gallop again? Again? And tun with the wind, patting me backbone? Time strechs itself as it imprisons our legs I'm not scared by frightful places or the most terrible ghosts To invent the worst we have no challenger