The rope stretches,
hanging I am,
almost falling.
Trapped like a fish,
I am again,
But looking for a hole in the net
I will escape,
I will live.
Me they will not catch,
me they will not trap
their hands when I fall.
Today I can run,
without nails in my feet,
none will grab me by the neck,
and I will return,
I will return to your heart,
free like a cyclone.
I will escape,
I will live.
Me they will not catch,
me they will not trap
their hands when I fall.
You have to see,
what price can be paid
for a piece of freedom
when you are on the edge.
I will spit the face of the evil.
I’ll break through my fear again…
I will escape,
I will live.
Me they will not catch,
me they will not trap
their hands when I fall.
Make yourself
a concrete house,
stronger,
much stronger than God.
I will escape,
I will live.
Me they will not catch,
me they will not trap
their hands when I fall.
20 November, 2007
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