A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

He who is ignorant is happy,

And he who is happy is ignorant,

And I, who am neither the first

Nor the second, what shall I be?

Perhaps something I never considered,

Now I think of the possibility

Of truly being the last and King,

Without a castle or throne of vanity.

The conqueror of truth,

Who drifted, suffering,

Reluctantly, by the hand of wickedness,

But found the light in his wound.

I shall be, then, the wanderer without a crown,

Who, by losing everything, was freed,

For in the shadow where pain echoes,

Is where the heart finally reigned.

---

Play

---