A flame burnt an answer that we really need.
No directions,no instructions...to nowhere we are lead.
Blinded we stare,wounded we dare.
Knowing the dance is all that we have.
Poisoned thoughts friezed inside.
Human life on a vortex ride.
On the wings of insolence is where our life lies.
Awarded will be just the one who tries.
"Hide us from reality!Oh the Cruel One! "
"Well you need to fight and not just run.
Timidly you pray for all good to come.
Many things unknown,many are undone!
Cruel is the game that your master prepares;
Fully worshiper,you really think he cares?
Take his job with all respect!
Always straight in head,never indirect!
You can`t get everything on a silver plate
Learn to do your own now or it will be too late!
You can put your path on a different way.
Don`t look where I go,where are going they"
But still I pray my Mother to watch over me.
I believe in her love,and only love she can be.
I see her in every instant of my life, still unfold.
I do obey,and my prayers make my mold.
Her game is not cruel,her eyes are so sweet.
Come to her lap,she will surely greet!
