A concrete wall is built in front of us
A concrete wall high enough not to see beyond the other side
Retracting, we crawl back into a hole dug for our refuge
But a refuge it is not
It is a semi dug grave, so that in time of despair we go there
What is our tool to break the concrete wall with?
It is the tool of listening from within
Gathering the strength that exists in the fire of passion
Within our inner voice we hear the truth
Within our inner vision we see the truth
Facing the concrete wall with these tools
It crumbles, for an imposed illusion it is
Truth does not change
But lies eventually crumble
Together with all the walls that were built out of them
Force of Nature can destroy everything within its fury
Therefore nothing built by our own hands is everlasting
Not even a concrete wall