A Man On The Street de Santarem

I.CRUEL LAND
There was a man quite ahead of this time
Who had a wide vision of life
But no one understood those eyes
Across the ages he saw people being killed
Because of their creeds and race
Wasted young blood

The scenary changes but the plot is the same
Arhenas and ruthless but games
Stupid men placing themselves over the gods
How many times should have prophets and messiahs come
To be crucified or burn in "holy" fire?

He just could not stand the mistreatments of that cruel land
And he gave up the fight... for a while he gave up the fight
So this man had decided to walk away
He just got the way of living alone

II. A MATTER OF TIME
But before he left he spread some seeds away
Cause he knew they would bud by the end of the crying rain
Washed by the dew, white flowers will shine
After the night there will always be sunrise...sunrise
Just a matter of time

III.TIME GOES BY
IV.DAYBREAK
As the wind blew the flutes of the time
Songs of change reached his ears
Only the songs of the good will remain
Instead of screams and cries of outside he heard before

Now after thousands of years
He can leave his cave and see the seeds are growing
They exchanged the shades for the light
While there's faith there's hope
The dream's not over

And he's a man on the street just like you and me
(So) why can't we take part in that play?
Each one of us got a whole world inside
But so far we've been insulated universes

Wide open windows of heart
And the knowledge flows all through the needy souls
Only a man on the street… a man on the street
"Save your precious time"