The Light
me and our world sit inside a prison cell
with freedom in your mind
in hope for light to shine through walls
no chance for those who stay blind
waiting for better days to come
making time pass quickly, beating the drum
running from the light which never hides
history repeats because we don´t learn the lesson
the walls close up with a new age coming
me and our world sit inside a prison cell
with freedom in your mind
the ground reappears along with the ceiling
and the light is always there
waiting for better days to come
making time pass quickly, beating the drum
banging on the walls leaves echos but no sound
almost touching the ceiling
cannot feel the ground
only from darkness leaps hate
