Born in Gotham, so was this path inevitable
Being conscious to every decision...
Reflexes, to become different or a difference
Reevaluating causes, then weighing them out
Getting to the root of all these evils
And weeding them out
Pleading for understanding, but with limited benefits
Being nice, beyond penmanship, limited benefits
Beyond taken advantages redeemed on you
Being right often means being left
By one's who placed judgement from what they thought was you
Is that good, if they're who got you here?
Is the dark that shapes your dreams, the reason why you fear?
Are you alone, feeling like these shadows are here?
Are you bended by the light?
Are these clouds impending on your sight?
Are you neglecting the voice that's in your mind?
You ask the questions after the answer came inside?
Like me, do you feel like every new height climbed
Had strings attached as if you were a Kite?
And you wonder from which side?
Forcing you to say no, every time...
For you are alive, and you know you must die a Hero
Or become a villain in due time...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem