Alma (Sal 103.2)

Tired of pretending, I decide not to hide anymore
I'm going to tell you the truth, leaving the disguise aside
That usually hides my harsh reality
And intense pain in front of others

My soul is in prison
And can't feel you or hear your voice
My soul is in prison
And can't escape this cell without you
The door closed
And you're the key that can open it

Lack of sincerity, a product of my falsehood
Honesty is lost, the anguish grows more and more
I no longer want to hide my harsh reality
Let my fears fade in the face of what they will say

My soul is in prison
And can't feel you or hear your voice
My soul is in prison
And can't escape this cell without you
The door closed
And you're the key that can open it
I command my soul
To remember the moments
That I lived with you
Not to forget the sacrifice
Nor the endless benefits
That I can receive today