El Alma en la Jaula

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as if a forgotten image, the picture is found...

Una noche turbia
De invierno siberiano
Se escucha un alma en furia
Que se pierde sin un rasgo

La gente esa noche
Queda en casa horrorizada
Y se esconden de las voces
Del alma enjaulada

Nadie sabe de donde viene
Pero tienen sus teorías
Unos dicen: “algún hombre
Que en el infierno moriría”

Otros piensan que es la muerte
Que busca nuevas presas
O talvez alguien que siente
Dolor por naturaleza

La verdad ya se remonta
A momento incontables
No hay libros donde se esconda
Pues no hay hoja que lo aguante

Es la historia de un alma
Que por una decisión tonta
Quedo por siempre atrapada
En una jaula como escoria

Hoy día todavía
Sigue el alma enjaulada
Grita al año solo un día
Y así advierte a la manada

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