In a day so bright & sky so light,
enjoys the essence a hundreds of lives.
The essence that's suffocating.
Where profit & loses are the language spoken,
where each moment spent for nothing, costs a crisis.
But amidst all this commotion, he goes to work everyday.
In burning heat, & freezing cold;
in a flood of rain & in the ease days of the spring.
He works.
Unaffected by the joys of the world,
Unknown to the cult of leisure,
Unshaken even to the wills of nature,
And uninterested in the ways of the people.
He walks down those same streets, those same ally,
For back at his home there is someone who waits for him everyday,
For whom he lives the hardships with joy,
For whom he spend all his life in cuffs,
For the smile he get as a payback.
To protect those smiles, he travels through the gates of hell,
To protect those smiles, he trades his soul to the grim reaper,
To protect those smiles, everyday,
He works.
He ask for nothing, he expects nothing,
but a dream to see those smiles dazzling the world as stars,
To see those smiles as the most beautiful night before the dawn.
When the sun will rise again, showering the world with its bright red,
And when the world will wake up again,
They'll remember, the most beautiful dream they ever had,
The night & the smile.
Yup his dream, on it he works.
He, my dad, & us, his smiles.
He work & he earn for us to make that dream, with our bare hands.
He sacrificed, to see it happen, the night of wonders.
He can't buy happiness,
He can't sell the pain,
Yet he work, inexorable, in evitable,
For us, in a hope for those smiles that soothe his soul.