A song to a friend

6 o'clock in the morning
the sun starts to rise
on my window I see the light
on my window I see the life
that you, my friend
cannot see on that window of yours.

Cause you, my dear friend,
you are closing the window
you are jumping again
and you don't seem to care.

On your bedroom, the sun
can't shine, can't be
the only light you see
through that little silver leaf
it's not true, it's a dream
it's your image distorted
and you swear it is worth it
cause it warms you up
and you think you can handle it
one more time
it's always
just one more time.

Last night from your bedroom
I heard the sound of fire
I cryed and I tryed
To blough it with my mind
so the sun would came again
and listen to my prayer
- Please, bring back the light to my friend!