WHEN SHALL I BE FREE

The pressure is sucking me so shamelessly

With a pain so unbearable as disease

When will joy like a storm hit me firmly?

When will love like a river flow in my heart?

And pains like boats anchor my foes?

Protect my inner sanctuary as priceless gold

When will the strong arms of sorrows let me go?

When will the offensive smells of shame let me be?

So I can like a head find a pillow for rest?

Find myself a God-sent angel as bride

Not the one too beautiful, but modest

Then, let me treat you as a goddess

You are the messiah I’ve been waiting for

For you I have lived, and your love I will die for