The fight

Those are crucial moments
When the intensity rises
When you don’t know
If tomorrow dies
Or you rise

I can see myself calling for shelter
I can see myself greeting the new morning
I know we might loose it all
Or win this last battle

I wish, so siege is the only option
Because loosing the fight
Is not solving the problem

I always fantasised about oh so many mornings
About oh so many longings
You might see me as one of many
And we are strong enough to conquer
The hearts of the psychopaths
The hearts of those old people

I am not saying this was foreseen
There simply is no other way
And to renew this world
There is no alternative 
Than to paint it all in colourful colours
To see each and every detail
Through the lense of our knowledge
Of our wisdom
Of our hearts
We are far too many 
To loose this fight
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