What about that image of my sky?
I don't think I'm that important
I walk my own light
and I feel like a beam of light
Clarity of my own being
light, light, light of the soul
I am a man waiting for the dawn
What about that image of hell?
If I was already broken to take a breath
You walked through my fathoms
I dreamed in the darkness
I crashed into more
light, light, light of soul
I am a man who waits for the dawn
Do not confuse, che pastor
I am not interested in your sky
All the water goes to the sea
Light, light, light of the soul
I am a man who waits for the dawn
Light, light, light of dawn
I am a man who waits for the soul

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