Turn Around

So scared young man I became, Unable to turn back the hands of time Always praying for just a single sign Which could turn back the joy that left Oh! The dew has stop its hum. My one and only regret Was not been able to see the future I bet As If my brain didn't exist Like a wild beat in the forest Just in the confusion of the turn around beset. All the pain is not only in my brain Just for my mind to be free again What break me will make me My hope build me up with the future I see Only to free from the turn around chain.