we run always, looking for more
babies born to earn money and gain respect
in a world of vultures that feed on their emotions viciously
only cells in a rotten circuit
divinized in books written on white rocks
kept into special rooms, against the ages
making time's effort useless
now nobody can erase the monumental mistakes
of man
a creature that does not understand it's meaning
forgotten in a world of fantasy
built upon monetary illusions
and plus value, capital, the democracy of hearts take the place of
a long lost dialect
understood only by a few outcasts today
a dying language
spoken by the nature inside us
teaching us to love, to forget all else and praise
the one besides us that smiles
here, at the end of the world
were nobody knows were the fairy man is off to...
and the flowers still shine
not knowing
if tomorrow will even come
but who really cares
if there will be another day
when rapped up in eternal love
I forgot how to cry
my life
means something my friend, because it is love...