Tornado Sam, We are at the end Has the glory called your name? Mum and Dad, They were too absent Sometimes you need their presence Someone is crossing the road with a bag of lies and moans Picked in a paradise city called “There's No Hope” He decided to burn all these memories to go on his unexpected wind The man needs to play with is faith The world is like a food chain Where the poor is forced to eat the rich's dust But sometimes the actions turn And the poor becomes the beast crushing everything And you could be that poor if you find yourself Because the faithful poor Believes in a thing called dream The dreams are the way To go to the doors of Eden And this will be a goodbye To the world that doesn't understand you 1,2,3 Everyone to the Walden! Singing a song of diversity and revolution Who am I? and Why am I Here? And other philosophical thoughts about my Ego Tell me what can I do to become a hero! Take my hand, close your eyes and find your way The life can change... What will you scream to the world? What will you scream when you knock to the doors? Of Eden, of Freedom, of the boy and his free choice What will you scream to the world? The dreams are the only way To go to the doors of Eden And this will be the end of the fight Against the world that doesn't understand you