Seven hundred seasons walking,
with a splinter under my skin.
This paraplegic limitation pushes
my body over my knees.
One hand holds the list of meditated
reasons waiting for
the explanation that would be
the answers to the questions done.
Guilty for a strange behaviour that
keeps me away from what I've fought for.
Always zeros on my left side.

Help me to understand... Is it enough?
Help me to understand if I am wrong.

Almost jaded, tired and bored because
the chase is going hard.
Every step I've made is an illusion
and it drives me far.
It seems that destiny is burying
hopes without sensitivity,
while conspiracy takes away the opportunity.
Guilty for a strange behaviour that
keeps me away from what I've fought for.
Always zeros on my left side.

Help me to understand... Is it enough?
Help me to understand if I am wrong.