A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

The resounding and majestic cries

Echo in the endless labyrinths,

Through the catacombs of legendary castles,

They drift in the relentless search for me.

Lost, they never hear the return of echoes,

In them lies the secret, hidden and veiled,

The code that opens the iron doors,

That incarcerate the soul in sealed exile.

Enclosed in an endless banishment,

The soul wanders, without direction or refuge,

And with every step, in severe silence,

It remains only as a consciousness in error.

In the error, the forgotten key is found,

But the path is long and undone,

For what is sought is not in the departure,

But in the return to one's own heart.

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