I must prepare me to see the light
I must forget what I was
I already learned, to survive...
In the night I observe the movement of the shades...
Children cry out...in my mind
It seems that what I look for me I canýt find
It seems to be as magic
That into the end if it transforms into witchcraft...
I try to be perfect, as an immortal god
But I am to play with the fire,
But the illusion is what I want
Moan not to deny the past, look in front to abandon places
It does not have more suffering does not have more pain
I cannot be waked up... It close the eyes
Swinging the head
I am free to fly for the dreams
But I must always remember
That these days do not need to die
I am lost in my heart...
Too much tired to find one escape, a way
A reply that it exempts me of my fears of my thoughts
Perhaps either only one dream...but...
All the men have the right to live....
All the men have the right to choose its past....
All the men have the right of being free to dream...
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