In the labyrinth of my mind,
darkness and light intermingle.
The past is a shadow,
the present a battle.
But on the horizon shines a light,
the promise of a better future.
I cross the bridge,
leaving the shadows behind,
feeling the pain of the present,
but with the hope of a promising tomorrow.
For I am the dreamer of my own destiny,
and I will dream a luminous future
that illuminates my path,
with no shadow but that of the olive tree.
On the seas of destiny,
I sail on a wooden schooner,
under a sky of leaden clouds,
and a sea that churns like a furious titan.
The waves crash against the prow,
like hungry monsters destroying the calm,
and the wind, that great buffoon of the ocean,
shouts its challenges in the sailor's ear.
But in my hands is the helm,
and in my heart the indestructible faith.
No storm nor darkness can quench my course,
For I am the captain of my own dream.
I will cross the raging seas
until the sun, like a millenary lighthouse,
Shall light my way to thee.
In the labyrinth of my mind, darkness and light intermingle. The past is a shadow, the present a battle. But on the horizon shines a light...
