“I lost myself in a dungeon of sorrow;
Too used to the dark to face the light,
Inside it’s too cold and too hollow
That standing up for myself seems shallow.
I’ve locked myself within the darkness,
For I was so afraid of never finding the bright side,
I ended up losing track of time
And now my heart, disconnected from the truth,
Is unaware and distant of its own youth.
Pinch me, I beg you,
Wake me up to the reality of endless sunsets
And fields of flowers blossoming.
I want to be alive again
To face the wonders of a world
That facing its own destruction
By bombs and floods and storms
Manages to grow greener paths
No one ever stumbles upon.”