How can i be an ethereal being when my soul's caught in this world ?
Bars on the door of heaven , free me from my prison
Did you ever wish to get rid of your body ?
So your soul could discover the way to others worlds
I did and i discovered the lenght of my pain
The scratches on my soul the cracks in my spirit
Do i exist ? Am i living ?
Do i habit this realm called present ?
Am i the victim of the past or the promised of the future ?
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After the War
PoetryAfter the war there's the stories Those are poems about my personal battles with myself and others
