… I have been a prisoner of my pride;
and a prisoner of what people decide;
and what they say, what they side;
and I don’t know when I put all these aside…
… If a day comes that I’ll be strong and brave-
I can dance to the music, I don’t behave.
Then I rescue me from the jail keeper of grave-
which is in fact me in rage of rave…
… I often feel a progress, a break.
My wondrous soul and I fight the ache.
We know what we want, so we shake.
Frightened of my soul, I quake…
… But they all say I am a fighter like blaze.
I am tired of listening, so I amaze.
Then I speak and loudly raise-
my voice to break the shell, the vase…
… Is it too late for me to grow?
I passed many crises and woe!
But will I take the growth and new show?
Yes, I will, to just see the rainbow!! …