I woke up today,
before the earliest sun
I woke through gray,
to start a new run
Finally it has come,
the day I find the sum
of freedom
of choices
To bring an end;
So I send
My regards to mend
To all other cursed hand.
I put on my best clothes,
I put on my best thoughts,
I pick up all my things
I pick my soul.
So slowly,
like a star,
with the pose
I walk
Out the door
to war!
And so I wake up again
today,
I see the new chains
Shackled around my neck
transferring me to the next train!