There was time were things were simple
The loneliness had no insidious form
The moments were curls without wimple
But now boldness as strike with storm

And the time of playing in the mud gone by
As the sand of desert filled my empty space
My imagination made a dramatic simple fly
And my knight hero became without grace

The years have gone waste in the clock of sorrows
They made ne think on the future and the tomorrows
Forcing my spiritual boy to change allegiance

And the tears started on building on my eyes
The playfulness made my mind rivers run dry
I lost my precious gift I lost my innocence