It is not my will, my wish
to go on, to keep on moving,
to see light in darkness
and happiness in sadness.

It is not my will, my wish
to smile and keep an open heart
to dance and drink
and celebrate life.

It is not my will, my wish
to praise the loveless dreams,
to embrace the Gift,
the greatest gift of all.

It is not my will, my wish
to stand up and fight,
to lead and follow
and kiss the wounded.

I am bound to silly bonds,
treacherous and cunning.
I’ll stay and live and fight,
albeit my heart desires nothing
but to disappear.