Under the crimson painted sky,
the rain is falling again.               
I can hear every drop cry,              
I know they understand my pain. 

The rusted bars of my cage,
reflect the agonized view     
of dripping shadows dress in rage,
announcing the ominous truth.       

The ruthles clock announce midnight; 
the shadows gather at the door.            
Once again they'll bleach the night;   
and use my pride to clean the floor.       

I start wondering as is coming up the dawn:
oh my freedom, oh my faith, oh my hope;
oh my love, oh my dreams, oh my dreams,
where have you gone?