We wander through wastelands…
wasteland of hate and emptiness…
confines of envy and pain…

We are saddened
for infectious souls,
that harbor nothing but boredom…
trenches without connecting bridges…

But always we are with the look on the horizon,
dreaming of a sunny day,
that bathes these lands again
of joy and splendor…

We are all saints and sinners,
squires, but all with a noble heart…

Don’t let anyone
tear your flag,
dirty your beautiful soul,
or confuse your amazing control…