A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008
Will your sincere will
Make me become the bird?
To flap, break the atmosphere
And steal from fate the key?
Thus, I have never known how to spin
The necessary turns to unlock,
The destiny that in its virgin state
Did not recognise the trail of its origin.
And I, who wander between what was and what will be,
Hope that this impulse, this faith,
Guides me through the skies where will be seen
The path that time has not yet revealed.
For the key is more than forged metal,
It is a secret, a contained essence,
That can only be reached with wings, not fate,
On the promised journey.