How many tears Have escaped our eyes To be on that plate? How many years Have been lost in the cries, Denied to our fate? Beauty ripped free itself from love, Like the child who rebelled From its home. Love suffered in loneliness, With nowhere to be, Of ourselves in the sea. Frigid and timeless, Now our dream must face The gates of emptiness. I want to resurrect it Upon the gate of revolution. I want to keep what is leftover In a heart stained By so much pain. I want to resurrect our dream.