Warm Skies of Lavender

I'll let them squirm like vermins in the dephts of their croocked morals

And pay no attention to the poison from their tongues

Which come straight from their hearts

Hardened like stones

For I am a free bird

I fly freely through warm skies of lavender

And I call homeland the lands of freedom and love.

(Gênnifer Gonçalves)