He Who Passes Not His Days In

A Traveller I Am, And A Navigator, And Everyday I Discover A New Region Within My Soul.

I Learnt Silence From The Talkative

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names.

I Use Hate As A Weapon To Defend Myself; Had I Been Strong, I Would Never Have Needed That Kind Of Weapon.

If I Accept The Sunshine And Warmth, Then I Must Also Accept The Thunder And Lightning.