Savior of Mine

New heights transcend the unveiling
Of several anchors of sorrow,
But shall whistles of the coming dawn
Reveal the sound of a cursed offspring?

An endless circle of false visions
Will baptize a child with raped dreams,
Just as an evil blessing would satisfy
The appeal of one's fading aspirations

A gift of the blind chases me
To the edge of life's craving desires
Tears turn into the blood that flows
Across the valley of fortunes

Listen how despair unfolds the laughter
Behind a hidden agony
Watch how vengeance pours
Into the sinking cradle of innocence

All must carry on the faith
That feeds the core of past expectations
A chant of silence can sometimes be heard
Behind a wall filled with screams

Dear savior of mine, how I live
For the sacred prize of nature's freedom