This saint has lost his grace

I didn't know, it's so hard to be

who I dreamed of being in my childhood

and now I feel so misunderstood

But maybe I am too blind to see

Sometimes I didn't want to stay here

Oh man, could this life be good?

All these scars are my neighborhood

I'm drowning in this dark open sea

Oh God, will I forever be a slave?

From the cradle to the grave

Will I burn in my onw heat?

This saint has lost his grace

For me there is no more place

I feel the bitter taste of my defeat