Oricat de adanci ne-ar fi ranile corpului...oricat am fi de puternici...atunci cand vedem ca cei carora le-am daruit increderea noastra nu impartasesc aceeasi conduita morala ca si noi, cand ne ranesc tradand idealurile profunde care ne tin in viata...ne intindem pur si simplu pe pamant si inchidem ochii...
Noi...cei bravi, nemuritori, neinfricati...
Si nu va mai conta ca vom fauri idealuri si vom schimba vieti...
Ne vom odihni, in pace, invelisul sfasiat al sufletului rupt in bucati...
Brave, brave...sweet, dearest braveheart...
"In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul."
