Hidden behind pictures
Of a thousand lonely smiles
There are certain truths
From the life of one unlucky guy.
Truths that no one else can see
Feelings he only can feel in him.
Shade and light, dark or bright,
A bag full of mysteries.
Walking from morning to night,
Shackles around the feet
Carrying work all week long,
Haze of dusty grey filled city.
Along the walk came a bed of roses
Tired, he fell asleep.
A sleep that went on for hours,
A sleep that only lasted forever.