I saw the redness in his eyes
He felt the pain for me
He thought I was left alone
abandoned on the side of the road
I would reassure him
to let him feel how free I felt
I want to sense his belief
that I can stand
I dropped him a note to let him know
how grateful I am for all he did for me
I’ve sent him hope wishing this would make him free
In the end, I am his blood, his flesh
How could he breathe?
How could he feel?
How could he live?
not knowing if his future comes to an end.
This is not the end
This is the beginning
This is not failure
It is simply a new dawn
It is a new day that shines all over our souls
But we don’t know it yet due to our blindness
I am hitting the road
I am seeing the lines in the sky
I am living the beautiful dream of freedom
A perfect flower perfume caresses my nose
There is only peace in being an outcast.