By the channels of my dreams
The strange echoes are calling.
Let the darkness withdraw
That the light may come in…
I love to feed the birds
That plays by the seaside,
But this krill in my hands
Now nourish no seabirds.
My freedom was rudely taken
Lest I lose the wealth of my health.
My freedom has been taken,
A shadow of my bright past.
The street I can no more walk
In the morning or at night
For fear now sits on the throne
Prowlin’ the street for all to see.
Return the glory that was once mine
Before I lose my virtues and smile.