Illusion´s Camp

When I´ll be there,
I´m sure,
nothing else will
be there too.

When my soul
could fly away,
I know,
nothing else will
be here.

A broken heart,
a lot of dreams
laying down at the
Illusion´s Camp...
... there´s nothing
else to do...

When I´ll be there
I known,
I´d had my heart in two pieces,
not in a math division
but a fatherhood´s life!

When I´ll be there,
maybe,
my babies would see
that their father was a
good guy...

When I´ll be there,
I´ll just save a prayer...
... and could hear one
or two
for me...