Libre

He's almost twenty years old
And he's already tired of dreaming
But beyond the border
Is his home, his world, and his city
He thinks the wire fence is just
A piece of metal
Something you can never stop
His desire to fly
Free
Like the sun when it rises
I am free
Like the sea free
Like the bird that escaped
From its prison
And can finally fly
Free
Like the wind that picks up
My lament and my sorrow
I walk incessantly
Behind the truth
And I will know what freedom is at last
With his love for the flag, he left
Singing a song
He marched so happily that he didn't hear
The voice that called him
And lying on that ground, he stayed
Smiling and without speaking
On his chest, crimson flowers
Kept blooming incessantly.