As the day goes by I see myself
longing for the day I return home
I see the light blue sky and ask myself
'how is it that my life feels like a dream'
yet all I can do Is stand here waiting for my time
I wonder all the time I was here when will I be saved
when will my knight in shining armor
come and left me from the ground that feels like hell
I wait here from the day that it starts
to the end of time, still asking myself
'how is this a dream, when will he come'
