In a prison of souls, drowned in poison,
I drag my chains to death without a name.
Every step bleeds from an ancient wound,
Each breath exudes a frustration that hinders me.
Anger screams, disappointment watches,
Under the sadness, my tears awaken
The nights when the darkness stretches endlessly,
And the darkness drinks the clarity of my tomorrow.
The moon, accomplice of a heaven without forgiveness,
Pours its rain on my dreams in prison.
In the silence, a nightmare returns,
Carrying the pain, the pain, as a bond.
But suddenly a forgotten breath pierces:
The sun is reborn in my thoughts.
A light dances at the edge of the abyss,
Whispering: "Even the shadow has its rhyme. ”
Freedom, shy, whispers "again",
Life wakes up in a cry of dawn.
Ambition burns under the cold ashes,
And the dream stretches, immense, without jailer or guard.
A fragile joy is born of a hope,
A smile braves the walls of silence.
The day returns, dressed in comfort,
Holding the hand of the soul stronger than death
This poem it’s a hope , a hand , a light in the darkness for everyone who’s ever feel like nothing is working in their life , for those who every night is a struggle against themselves , for those who every day is a fight against themselves . I needed to tell these people that it’s not the end until they decide it is , otherwise their future and their life are in their hand and i beautiful path is coming to save them from the darkness .