Let my conscience be strong and high,
to get him through the mountains
and crossing imaginary boundaries.
Let him be relieved of the weight of his fears,
and manage to caress the skies.
Let him dare to open his eyes
and to these new views
glimpse those peaks.
So big in time,
so small in the now.
Let him laugh at his torments,
those believed to be confusing their way.
Let him realize that he was given wings.
That they taught her to be free,
that they taught her how to fly.