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At dusk I wake up from my sleep

It’s time to run again

- flashbacks from my early days –

I escaped and once again I am a fugitive

- violence in so many wasy –

But this time they won’t take me back alive

If only I could run away from my kind

To be a solitary rider in the sky

Down in this wilted garden I’m just a weed

But my roots go deep

I was born to be the black sheep of my family

To be wretched, to be vile

Misunderstood I am, but there’s no time nor chance to make things right

As a renegade I’ll live

As a renegade I’ll die

Why did I become what I am

A wanted and a dreaded man

Forced to evade the arm of love

A gambler too, so cast the dice

My life is always jeopardized

It’s hanging on the edge of a knife

If only I could run away from my kind

To be a solitary rider in the sky

Down in this wilted garden I’m just a weed

But my roots go deep

If only I could reach the edge of the sky

Unveil the truth that is for us to find

Still in this wilted garden I’m just a weed

Dreams prepare you for reality

Dreams mislead you from reality

Dreams deceive you as reality