My first text with poetic language (please corrections) I was not a man when I was a man I was a king when I started to be a freeman I was not a man when I had hate I was a king when I heard a word from the darkness I was as teenager walk to darkness to the light But, now, I am a king, inside me a king, a king of light I lived busy of my pride, of my day to day A distant day, I walked volunteer to the darkness and i knew myself From the darkness to the full life, just my own will, not the destiny I called myself, my freinds, my fight, my way, my trenches. I have found others person that were told "I too have known the real freedom"