What has been there?
Out, in the sky? Highness possessed
by virtuosity!
Clear picture it's a deeper meaning,
where the soul penetrates into
the harmony...
What has been there?
Oh my sweet wisdom! How I praised
you, placed you on the pedestal,
just to end up by eating dust
and furthermore:
here one stands in his objection,
vision of forgiveness and the truth.
A woman that has chosen to stand
on the top of the hill and never fly !
Shame on those who hate themselves,
who cared when the survival mattered?
Thus sky was getting darker, the coat she wore purple,
and mind was getting wiser,
wiser and older,
grew apart of being just a human,
transcendent in his own being
in the light, even when is dark:
freedom is the will of my soul,
and my soul is the will of the God.
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