Freedom for my spirit fly

I can not live and be free

with this pain

by imprisoning my heart

I have urgency to live

I want to give love

I want to sing for my children

but I also want to scream!

scream against injustices!

I'm made of contradictions...

I do not mind that death

this waiting for me at the next corner ...

I'll picking flowers by my path

imaginary flowers ...

to crack down my hatreds,

and leave one little time pass

I'm an undead insisting in sadness,

against the obvious!

Freedom for my spirit fly,

daggers of blood to contain my storm

I want my dream it back now

and stand in the sky alone

with my angel...

Lisa