GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I always seek the best way to express myself,

The tears I shed, I don't know if they are true,

Or uncommon waters that spring from an overflowing river,

Endless in its source, never finding ground.

The more I grant them permission, the more they abuse,

Out of fear and anxiety of never being able to taste them again,

I incessantly search, in the depths of my mind,

For the reasons of change that I always wished to achieve.

Without knowing that the taste that reaches my soul is that of slaughter,

I have destroyed friendships, brothers who reached out to me,

Women who wished to fill my heart with love,

Even gratitude I disregarded, lost in confusion.

I do not know why, I always desired other lives,

Nor the reasons why I burned the memories,

The pure experiences in detached childhoods,

Oh life, why did I allow you to slip away?

I always held you close to my chest, so near,

The anguish of having lost the meaning,

Of being the chosen one, now I feel the chest barren,

And the echo of what I was, fades into the past.

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