Turning away from the midnight
Waiting for the sun to rise again
After a long time, I sit to write
It's tough, but I will hide the pain

No, I was not trying to save the world
As I am no soldier, nor a saint
Caught up in the wind that whirled
It was enough to keep me faint

Days went by in the work
Nights in the telephone calls
But I didn't smirk
Wanted to break down the walls

No lack of ideas, no writer's block
The doors inside my head were bolted
As if I was in some kind of shock
I am out now, much I revolted!

Tied up in a room with walls and roof
Locked up for nothing I've done
For freedom, broke down the walls
Here I am happy under the sky and no roof!