Watching all paintings, I am living in Peggy's world And I'm feeling now, she's looking for a good companion Just to exist and to live her life dreaming what I dream myself Exhibition is over and my mind has tried so much! But it sounds so strange, persons don't want to see last picture They just pass along, with no words or sounds They keep away from a hidden painting, fine Again, a shiver in my back, I think to start to run and escape And the rain over my tears sings the sound of my fears I see my soul, a huge mirror showing my eyes, my dreams, my pains And I know my third eye light, my new life