| «Because I understand what the word «son» means, as father… Priest…
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| I love you so, but I cannot lie to my feelings and many are made of sorrow.
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| I have a home, a name… even a fate… but… I am not sure where my place is.
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| Sometimes, I remember no home, no name, no fate… I only feel a heart full of
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| empty spaces
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| Because I understand what the word «son» means… there is a mother I dream of
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| now… and I… I ignore what I can feel when I touch her shadow
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| I know that you give me your home, your name, your fate… Priest…
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| You give me all you can, nevertheless… Priest… when I think about her home,
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| her name, her fate… I would give all… for only one remains in my memories.
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| «This morning, I asked you a question. |
| It was: „How can I fly if my roots are
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| only lies?“ You tell me that rooted men are those who never fly beyond the sky.
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| . |
| Beyond the sky? |
| Beyond the lies… So what mean my dreams, flying away,
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| out of the world? |
| I feel the need to know where I come from and where I have
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| to go. |
| I really feel the need to find, by travelling the world, my mind…»
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| «My dreams flew away the world!»
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| «Who am I? |
| Tell me the truth! |
| Stop the lie! |
| Where shall I go with all the
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| things you want me to know? |
| You say nothing… Leave me alone, I am not your
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| son!»
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| (Page 256 written by Jamal Al Azad in 1229 cycle 6)
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| «Beyond, men are butterflies…» |