The walk to freedom is a long one,
don't doze off yet,
the night is impregnated with doubts,
don't let it rain on you,
and wet your feet.
You have treaded a rough road,
orphans in the land of bastards,
If they try to erase the blemish with your blood,
don't let the sword touch your soul.
Wear the scars over your name,
like it has always been your own.