Desire

I'd rather die than be a slave

Hit me hard,
with your bare hands,
your fists may hit me,
your sword might penetrate my flesh
my blood might flow,
but I won't be afraid.
My hands move slow
cause of the pain,
but nothing's in vain!

My desire to feel free,
to be allowed to move through
the fields of my innocent thoughts
with my mind clear
along with them I love,
will be completed!

I know that for I
have faith in that.