The Fugitive

At dusk I wake up from my sleep
It's time to run again
– flashbacks from my early days –
I escaped and once again I am a fugitive
– violence in so many wasy –
But this time they won't take me back alive

If only I could run away from my kind
To be a solitary rider in the sky
Down in this wilted garden I'm just a weed
But my roots go deep

I was born to be the black sheep of my family
To be wretched, to be vile
Misunderstood I am, but there's no time nor chance to make things right
As a renegade I'll live
As a renegade I'll die

Why did I become what I am
A wanted and a dreaded man
Forced to evade the arm of love

A gambler too, so cast the dice
My life is always jeopardized
It's hanging on the edge of a knife

If only I could run away from my kind
To be a solitary rider in the sky
Down in this wilted garden I'm just a weed
But my roots go deep

If only I could reach the edge of the sky
Unveil the truth that is for us to find
Still in this wilted garden I'm just a weed
Dreams prepare you for reality
Dreams mislead you from reality
Dreams deceive you as reality