A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

Here I am, a thousand times me,

But without that gaze of yours,

That once recognised me

The need to cry.

And the knowledge to say

That the world suffers,

Because it is forgetting

The key that unlocks it.

A gentle sound on the wings

Of a freedom,

That to me groans

In a bed of orphanhood.

Oh world, why do you lose yourself?

In what corner have you forgotten the meaning?

If the key to your truth resurges

In the heart that was long forgotten.

And I, orphaned by that gaze of yours,

That once made me feel,

Can now only remember

What it is to live and exist.

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