For all my life I followed ev’ry rule.
A lamb I am who learned to love the flowers,
The juicy grass, the meadow’s sunny hours.
Extremes avoiding, patience was my school.
No other lamb has ever seen my cruel,
Excessive and invasive dreams of power.
Vendetta is a warm and bloody shower,
Eruption, and this lamb its willing tool.
Regrets keep burning, but a diffuse fear
Was never useful to fulfill a plan.
And higher duties bear divine forgiving.
In future you will see that ev’ry tear
That’s spilled will dry when washed away the ban.
See! I will soon at least for once be living.