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