Written by: iolanda Scripca

Returned...no home and shaken by the past
Awaken lonely and reduced to quick sand
I try to stand up facing Fate once more
Indifferent audience then... Now? a silent, curious watch...

I feel my arms again against a stronger will
to grab the dream and get up off this wheel chair
that blocked my Soul and stole my years away
and turned a dream of roots into a no-man's-land

I'm seeing so much BEAUTY I can even fly
I don't need legs or stretchers to peek and see it - the Above
In closing eyes the liquid turns to ground
I walk on Happiness as crowds will only pray..