I did not know what sorrow was,
I lived without worry,
Unaware of the darkness.
Always spring at the window,
Distant from winter, in the embrace of warmth.
After the rain, the sun would never be missing,
Everything was white until the grays arrived.
The wind caught in its arms, dragged to distant lands,
Like a bird, its intention from winter to summer,
Perhaps aiming to bring spring to winter.
A tiny sailboat in the ocean,
At times sank into the depths of the water,
Swept north and south,
Broken, torn, but standing at the end of the day.
It was a black and white world where cries were heard,
Where justice was forgotten,
Fault lay with those who remained in silence, closing their eyes,
What was right became wrong,
What was reasonable became incorrect.
A curtain drawn over the heart,
Ears blocked from reality,
Life had turned into vast deserts,
A way of escape sought in darkness.
Yet, if the eyes wanted to see, light shines everywhere,
No haven but Him, standing in ecstasy and respect!
