My body is sick, my soul is fine, my heart is broken,
there’s confusion in my mind; but I hope my angel wins this battle,
at the end I hope be strong, after all I always was alone,
always with my demons and ghosts.
So nothing is going to be really bad.
If you can’t stop to feel pain,
if you can be well and smile,
if we forgive each other
I hope never more to cry