Once he woke up at midnight

with fear in his eyes

he walk so long in the darkness

till he saw by the road an old man

Father Pio. I came to you ' cause I suffer

from the plain that knows no bounds at all

between childrens's game and war of morons

between torture and relief help me find my home

Son, you're only a tool of fate

a little piece of eternity

Son, you can change your way

All what you have to do is change yourself

Look, my lesf hand is bleeding

Becouse you're never loved a girl

Look my right hand is bleeding

Becouse you're lying to your friends

Son you're only a tool of fate

a little piece of eternity

son, you can change your way

All what you have o do is change yourself

Son you can go back your home

And carry on your greate work.