Am I here to learn about the suffering
Or I suffer to keep on breathing?
Should I really have to put my trust in fate
In order to see my freedom caged?
Are you here to see this poor child growing
Or you’ll be the flower on his grave?
Should I really have to let your hands free to heal me
The same hands that made me bleed?
Maybe you’ll never know or maybe I’ll never hear you say:
“I forgive you my son”
As a tear for my last words
Soon I’ll be memory for you to shed
My deliverance leaves no shadows
Behind, only dirty sand…
While this needle pierces me gently
Soon I’ll betray you escaping from the flesh
My salvation floats within your eyes…
“So I leave this earth, mother, no regrets will torment my journey
Just a pale light at my feet…
So I leave this earth another time, a travelling show for all to see
Just a trace of me in your cries…
And the last breath, silently it comes
Just to take away this pain of mine…”
