Tell me not, perfect, I broke the shell
left from the pain
of your shadows and scars.
Life created conflicts and wars
but to war and arms I fly.

Say as much, perfect, I broke the shell.
True, I chase a new life now,
new actions are made.
Actions that will breed
confidence and courage.

Say no more, the victory is mine.
I could not hate you; life
it was made to hurt
and with a stronger faith, I fly.