What is the thread that makes the world stagnate?
What is the filth that covers up our soul?
If we had just one chance to pick one thing,
To change in our own world.

What is it?

Years pass and some don’t think,
They are so blind and deaf and mute,
You speak to them, and they speak back,
But speaking is not thinking,

What is it?

So many value stones and comfort,
They work like clocks around the clock,
They use their time to get more stuff,
That they will trow away tomorrow.

What is it?

But so few stop to see the world,
To smell its finest mechanisms,
And try to build it for the future.

What is it?

And so the world is plagued with violence,
And we so easily ignore it,
We feel it in our childhood,
In our mother eyes, when angry hands controlled us,
In our teachers voice that swiftly spoke the lowest grade,
In our state that longs only to control and punish,
We are just frames filled with violent memories of our life
How can we see the evil of the world?
When seeing it makes you live pain again.

This is it!

We only live if we evolve,
We change,
We take our past of violence and pain,
And we transform the place we live,
In sunny smiles and happy kids,
And we take all our sorrow,
And watch our children grow as we could never do,
We all can live a happy childhood,
Even if it’s the second one.

We know that if we don’t change in our own life,
The world will be the same, forever,
Who wants to live that life?

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