Crouched up high, he stares
Water flows over his back
His eyes reflects the grey
Of the sea of rock and clouds

He's at his place
He knows he's at his place

Soon he'll be thrown again
into the dark and forceful sleep
But in the meantime, he enjoys
The sweet caress of raindrops

He's at his place
His good ol' cozy place

He used to live here
And spread his wings so strong
He used to shriek out loud
He used to move around

And after each explosion, he would lay
And rest, feeling the rain upon his face

But he flew too much
He knows he wandered much

He's on a leash now, and knows
That's where it's right to be
His feet are on the ground
And his wings are shut and tied

He has to go
Again, it's time to go

Although he'll miss the place
He knows he's coming back
As much as he wants to stay
He knows his time is past

And then he goes
Into the dark again

Rafael Pagani Savatano - 01/07/2004