A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

The tears of my own pain

Are not enough for my heart,

I need others' in their distress,

To fill me with anguish and emotion.

And when this does not happen, I walk empty,

Light, carried by the wind in its gentle breeze,

Without the necessary fuel for my laughter,

That would make the final roar echo like a bird.

Without this foreign crying that invades me,

I remain suspended between nothingness and feeling,

As if life, without pain, brought no truth,

And laughter were merely an escaping echo.

So, I seek the sorrow that lifts me,

The anguish that fills my being with emotion,

For only in it do I find the flame that leads me

To live fully every heartbeat.

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