Of all of us
Life grows old upon me.
My eyes are so tired, the heart beats fast.
We created a world of disguise, nothing
seems real anymore.
When I look the past, it appears to be so beautiful,
but no, it is filled with the ruins of all men and women
fighting for justice, claiming their right to be free.
Freedom, what we all are looking for, because somehow
life always has a way to seem unfair, yet we are here to learn. What a silly humanity,
that has forgotten all those who tried to make it right.
Now the world bleeds in desperation to find a way to
vacate the fact, that we, only we are responsible for this
disaster. I feel with my hands tight up, unable to reach for a solution, my heart is in deep sorrow.
Someday, I have faith that we will unite in one only voice,
to defend our souls, to recover compassion, to relief the
earth, that is our land, no names, no colors, is of all of us.
