this very old and wrinkled man in that faded photograph is catching my eye
the story tells that he was born with silver spoons that fed him up with lies

he made his shoes by his own in those he walked away, left his parents in despair
of generations was the first to break the spell, and the wind was blowing in his hair

learned to hunt from his heart by this beautiful girl he met in the night
they stood strong when they said yes within this lie and there were no stars i sight

embrace the day, take heed of the dawn
put colors to gray, have faith and hold on
to dreams that will last, because they will reveal
the promises from ghosts of the past

when some time had passed, still no stars were shining through her haze
she took a shortcut to her heaven, and by concessions, left him in a maze
but still in search for that eloquent dream that would have coloured all her rainy days
the reflexion on the mirror tells me i'm no longer the man i used to be
i realise that this old, wrinkled man might as well be me

embrace the day, take heed of the dawn
put colors to gray, have faith and hold on 
to dreams that will last, because they will reveal 
the promises from ghosts of the past

embrace the day, take heed of the dawn
put colors to gray, have faith and hold on 
to dreams that will last, because they will reveal 
the promises from ghosts of the past

though all the changes throughout the years
what does it really matter as we continue in time
poor will still be poor while well-offs still grow fatter

to think that we will share the same face one day would only be a lie,
yet my belief is that we all look the same beneath the naked sky

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