When you see September is coming
You will know that nature dies.
There is too much tragic in this season.
Fall is changing our souls.
When you see I talk to rain and
Fall on knees before an unknown figure
Remember that you're different from me and
Don't see and understand the colors of the dark.
When you catch me there
Praying to our Lord
Don't think I do
Because I am scared.
The thing is that
There is so much power
Within me but it's still
Not enough to change
The universe and I do pray