THE WAY TO LOVE YOU

It's a sight from inside 
That you throw again through this grating to us.
You're not rushing from pain and you don't want your chain 
Turn into the dust. 
You don't keep in your heart childish prays to the God 
And don't kiss a cross.
You don't care 'bout your life: 
What it is, what it will be and what it was.
Prisoner of the dreams, you're a bird without wings, 
That doesn't need a sky.
False or fair, you don't care, 
It doesn't matter, will you live or will die.
You don't want to be caried, you don't want to be married, 
You chose the silence and dark
Where you're hiding, solitary, where you're going to be buried, to go out, like a spark.