Does anybody know why I’m here?
I want to explain it to my tears
what to do with all these fears
that I feel always so near.
Do you think I’m going to die?
Tell me the truth and not a lie
about the meaning of being alive
with so many people saying goodbye.
What can I do for Them
when they like so much their hell?
How can I understand Them
if they hate being men?
What’s my duty in this land?
What am I supposed to do with my hand?
If I’m just a man
who only knows how it feels this Harm.