Kept away from daylight,

deprived from all the songs I loved

These walls may hold my body captive,

but my soul is attending every sunset,

This is the hardest way there was to walk,

but nothing I regret.



Our death would only be the thing they're praying for,

time won't force us to surrender;

their crippled freedom is not the one we're longing for

As all else failed we raised our fists and weapons,

not born as soldiers, but driven to the end



These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence

and our scars shall be the seals of freedom

I know that time heals nothing

Never casting down my eyes before the tyrant's throne



I know that our screams will sound out to the world,

our blood will be like water for the tree of freedom



These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence

These wounds will be like memories, cannot banish this idea

A young man's deeds became an old man's wisdom