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…”