Envision, Pt. III (Echoes)

I've spent my youth lost,
Trying to understand
Between wounds, shouts and some losses

My mother died
Two years after my dad
I was eleven and was cursing at God

She felt as dirty as him and sought
The same ending trying to escape

(Now I remember my father singing)

"To hold my son
In arms that can reveal
A love I've never felt
To really want to be
Someone who
Can face life with clean hands
With my head held upward"

...I can't forget

I see
Someone trying to corrupt
A perfect clean girl

I see
Someone trying to seek a truth
That will bring some peace within his heart

My own gift, my own curse
I will not repeat their faults
Feelings of a sore that can't be healed
Is this my cross?
My own gift, my own curse
This is what will keep me alive
Oh, but I have to learn
How to use it well
To my favor and survival

"Hey you, boy!
You must respect me, but don't fear me
Accept your burden and don't ignore it
This can be a godsend or a damn
Choose the roads you'll follow
And be prepared for many events to come
You're not an ordinary child anymore
You are the Envision!"

My youth was dissolved by time
I don't have roots anywhere
I just follow the signs

I'm so far from being a hero
I just try to help some people
Sometimes

This burden weighs a lot
It hurts my soul and body
So many scars

I was helped by
A woman who
Was a kind of friend
Like a big sister

She was so firm
In her own truth
That I could learn
A little about the trance of life

After years, I could not refrain
The love sprouted
A platonic way to feel
I've never said anything
Cause she had a family
But I never stopped
Admiring her

My own gift, my own curse
That was what kept me alive
Feelings of a sore that now is healed
I forgive him
My own gift, my own curse
I was born to show life lessons
I'm still dreaming about
The others' truth
This is who I am

A mother dying, an abusive man
Her son is trying to save her life
The darkness, the inhumanity
We'll keep trying to make things right again

Loud sounds filling all the scenes
Different acts with the same prelude
A short stream leading to a big ocean
I am sailing, but now I'm learning to row