I want to die, and be reborn today;
To have a life, and friends whom worth to stay;
I'm tired of being a small figure of clay,
To let the others with poor of mine's fate play...

I love to live, but not this puny way,
No longer want to be the bastards's favourite pray;
All I desire don't want to ask if I have may,
Tomorrow is the same, 'cause 'morrow 's just next day...