Who lives on me?
Throughout the years was someone else
But one day I woke up free
Never more afraid the death
Pretty things becomes prettiest
The river I swim flow in happiness
No more fault to confess
Life is more than idiot contest
Chains broken
Tears wiped
Blood stuck
Life arise
Living ungodly
Freedom we ride.
allan macli borges
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-ungodly/
