The day I turned 18, sweet sunny, summer day!

Was I by forest’s edge, kept saying I’m okay,

That day, from all of days, wasn’t supposed to cry!

That day, unlike the others, wasn’t about goodbyes!

I wanted, one more time, first time in adulthood,

To hug a special oak tree, my friend so strong and good,

To tell him that I’m sorry I didn’t come to see

The forest, I was busy to grow and simply be…

Too many storms have kept us apart for all these years,

But now I am an adult and I will face my fears!

I wanted him to know that I remember all,

How tight I used to hold him when my life seemed to fall

That I survived my childhood so I’ll grow old to be

Much stronger than the ones who should be strong for me…

The day I turned 18, sweet, sunny summer day,

Was I by forest’s edge, and nothing was okay

For my beloved oak tree was cut, and so my soul

An empty place remained, instead of heart - a hole…

Love then became a lie and justice - a satire!

First time, in adulthood, I cried with tears of fire.