The Wretches

They live long, dying slowly
Searching for redemption, wrapped up in slavery.
Without hope, in hope to survive.
Generation to generation proclaims contamination.
The inharitance of their souls is miscarried desires.
With handicapped hearts, unable to repent
the wretches come to the world unwanted.
Conceiving envy and unforgivness
Bearing death and bitterness.
Their headquarters are in the valley of shadows.
Running away from the light.
Thier faces covered with dishonor.

The wretches are among us
The rich and the poor,
the big and the small.
Their origin can´t be traced to either race or blood.
Their glory comes from another world.
Manipulated by a Master
whose name they´ve never known.
As foolish animals deprived of their will
the wretches are marching,
giving themself over captivity.

The wretches are you and me.
Overwhelmed with the yoke of our ancestors.
Bound up with the past
whose dream was interrupted by despair.

I am liberating myself from the net of my destination.
I am breaking free from the misery.
Taking off the handcuffs, I run into the light.
Master of my poverty, I am uncovering all my cards,
bringing this game to an end.
Taking care of my dreams, I move into freedom.
Today I´m leaving this city of wretches.
Today I´m making history.