I would be a great hero, on my days of darkness,
I would gladly and with ease,
offer my head, which I had great difficulty to dismantle,
On the other hand,
I would lay my mind to be ironed,
If I was promised, it would be straightened,
and I would lend my heart to the dry cleaners
If promised, it would soften,
See then, it would not be for me, a sacrifice,
what “tormented” heroes are eager to risk,
and what was, a sacrifice, no one shall come to appreciate,
so then, it is not admirable, that one saves its life,
then it is not of interest that one hurts himself, which he shall not
but here I give you, the crooked key of life, of those who has been burned by life
who are too sore, to be hurt once more, so they walk heavy, trembling, on ice,
while earth beholds the heroes, entrusted with heavy fists but light hearts,
he is free who has already been punished
so you will learn how to administer the best of punishments,
and you will think yourself secure from any further penalty,
until you come to realize, that is also,a sacrifice, not worthy of appreciation
and you will learn to bear, to suffer, to accept
with the only solace in life that is
that this too shall pass
