Each day, I rise

in a body that’s not mine,

with a mind upset

by the despair of mankind.

 

Each day, I rise

looking for myself

in the eyes of others,

in the arms of others.

 

Each day, I rise

with the hope to die,

with the hope to find,

in death, the soul that never dies.

 

Each day, I rise

troubled and sad,

waiting to return

to the light of my kind.

 

Marù