Romantic one with feet on the ground

I walk blindly through the dawn of a desolated park
White heaven seems to be threathen to rain
Naked trees seems to have frozen
I sink into my shelter that seems to don´t want to give shelter

My feet seem to wanna drive me to a place that not even they know about
My mind cloud itself to look up the sky and see a flock of raven
My feet hurry by the old tales that we still sustain
Like a good romantic I am I wonder why is it so hard to believe in
Because self-deceive couldn´t stay with my reasoning

*I´m the romantic one with feet on the ground
And hands in my pocket looking for warm*

Newspaper said tomorrow would come out the sun again
But just the thought doesn´t get to fill me with warmth
Sadness take over me while I write these lines
It have never abandon me, but sometimes it gives me a breathing
The single leaf that still was grasped to the bough has fell
A squirrel above the same bough get shelter with his tail
My boots kicking little stones to get warm
I still got many miles ahead I don´t know where I go
But I do to where I don´t go…

*Chorus

Many times they begged me to stay, but I´m not meant to rest
My wings don´t know to fly, but my legs know to walk
Any ghost that have interest me has propose me so
But the day they did it I´ll keep on walking the same

*Chorus