At least

I was free once,

I was fearless,

At least I thought I was.

You made me care less.

All those tears you spread on me.

Sometimes, you still do.

I feel your pain and suffer,

I feel your loneliness and hunger.

If my anger is my pride,

You have not yet seen me.

This is my gift to you.

I am a prisoner in this world,

Seeking perfection in each whisper of thee.

I did time for you,

I do time with you,

While each day, powerless,

I look at you tearing my beliefs apart.

I see this other world in which I will hide in your dreams.

In this world...

For you and I, will grieve no more.

What difference you think it can make?

In another world, you will not be hatred nor cupid.

Facing the new dawn, freedom is awaiting.

At least, I hope it is.