Walls 04

Back in '97 I wrote a prequel to this one. And it was a bit of a self-victimizing statement, regarding the pain, the lack of power of a reality I didn't think I deserved. These years of growth have thought me about my responsability on this interpretation of the truth, and the power, limited but still power that I own to change it, and mainly, to decide what to do before it. My spiritual path showed that am not as helpless as I used to feel.

I've fought the demons of the unknown,
realized the enemies on my own,
I've seen the fortress I've built in,
in order to survive my sins

I've traveled around, and found out why
I've never felt like am alive,
the shell I built to protect me,
is the cell that dried the plants I seed....

Am not allowing this no more,
am risking everything I own,
undress my spirit, let it be,
such nakedness exposes me weak
am petrified, frozen  on my deeds,
but i refuse myself to paralyze
and never reach my paradise

Am human, and I have mistakes
I screw up things, and I've been bad
Somewhere, somehow, someone i'll find
who touches too my brighter sides...

My walls are ice, survive in cold
my love can warm them, and melt them so
my walls are strong, are cold and am weak
but faith is stronger, and defeats,
the ghouls that hunt us everynight,
the warriors comming from outside,
the rich in spirit, will never die,
as long as hold on to the supplier...

Sit right before on that chair,
watch the biggest conquer I can make
and watch the little fly I am,
destroy the huge walls I have made...