Envision, Pt. III (Echoes)

I've spent my youth lost,

Trying to understand

Between wounds, shouts and some losses

My mother died

Two years after my dad

I was eleven and was cursing at God

She felt as dirty as him and sought

The same ending trying to escape

(Now I remember my father singing)

"To hold my son

In arms that can reveal

A love I've never felt

To really want to be

Someone who

Can face life with clean hands

With my head held upward"

...I can't forget

I see

Someone trying to corrupt

A perfect clean girl

I see

Someone trying to seek a truth

That will bring some peace within his heart

My own gift, my own curse

I will not repeat their faults

Feelings of a sore that can't be healed

Is this my cross?

My own gift, my own curse

This is what will keep me alive

Oh, but I have to learn

How to use it well

To my favor and survival

"Hey you, boy!

You must respect me, but don't fear me

Accept your burden and don't ignore it

This can be a godsend or a damn

Choose the roads you'll follow

And be prepared for many events to come

You're not an ordinary child anymore

You are the Envision!"

My youth was dissolved by time

I don't have roots anywhere

I just follow the signs

I'm so far from being a hero

I just try to help some people

Sometimes

This burden weighs a lot

It hurts my soul and body

So many scars

I was helped by

A woman who

Was a kind of friend

Like a big sister

She was so firm

In her own truth

That I could learn

A little about the trance of life

After years, I could not refrain

The love sprouted

A platonic way to feel

I've never said anything

Cause she had a family

But I never stopped

Admiring her

My own gift, my own curse

That was what kept me alive

Feelings of a sore that now is healed

I forgive him

My own gift, my own curse

I was born to show life lessons

I'm still dreaming about

The others' truth

This is who I am

A mother dying, an abusive man

Her son is trying to save her life

The darkness, the inhumanity

We'll keep trying to make things right again

Loud sounds filling all the scenes

Different acts with the same prelude

A short stream leading to a big ocean

I am sailing, but now I'm learning to row