I take a deep breath,
Realizing I have no true reasons to complain,
As much as I think that I need,
Of these and of that,
Of the dream home where my girls would grow with warmth,
Of the roads to travel, explore and walk,
Of the places to see,
Of the air of Yosemite that I yearn to feel.
Oh, I really can’t complain.
For there’s nothing that I need to have,
Nothing more to make me whole,
Nothing more to bring me light,
For my family and friends are over there,
Struggling and facing pain,
Living in scarcities,
With danger all around them.
There, in the Venezuela that once was,
The one that Bolivar fought for,
They all face true adversities,
The kinds that are inhumane.
People living with just water and bread.
It’s truly insane.
Yep! I can’t complain.
Even with the dilemmas I face,
The dramas that never end,
The foolish mistakes that I’ve made,
Even when desires turn into a dread,
To the true existence of madness,
The kind that destroys a country’s heart,
The kind that’s selfish,
The kind that’s bad.
There, where monsters reign,
Where people are in despair,
It’s truly a shame.
Nope, no complains.
For those who are there,
The heroes that dare,
To you, I bow with all respect.
So I take a vote to not complain,
At least to try to do it less,
To exist willing to do my best.
I truly hope the nightmare ends.
To those who are there,
In the Venezuela that will always be beautiful,
No matter the gray,
Your hopes keep the flame alive.
To overcome the obstacles,
To stand for what’s right.
Until freedom comes,
Keep on speaking up.
You deserve to have back
What was taken from your soul
So, no complains,
None at all.
For freedom will come!