I see a tree with barbed wire
On each end I bleeding
Fragments of souls hanging
Still harvested in the prime of age,
With all the dreams to beat them
With every wish unfulfilled.
They crave freedom, I pray peace.
Their voices mingle in the midst of
My feelings, both indelible
Before me with science ...
Move on and wherever I want
Arrive, they catch me and make me
See how much need of my mind,
To pour his words in this forest
Stuck in this abyss
Bent that insist on calling: life