Look through the mirror of reality â a world of happiness
and fun between the melancholy of trusted loyalty â inside
our hearts thereâs a place called home â a place called
earth â a place in our world where no one is alone â do I
have a choice in my life â could I break the innercircle of
blind faith â and if Iâm down â could I rise? And when Iâm high
distorted signs seem to show me the way of life.
What if everything thatâs around us â what if everything we
love and try to live in is falling down â is falling under
ground zero â the beginning of the end â trust becomes
distrust â love turns to hate â brotherliness becomes
hostility â remember the history â the circle is closing in
time â but if I keep the faith in myself â could I break its
lines?
All darkness of the world
Canât prevent a little candle from shining
And all the winds that hatred brings
Canât blow out the faithful lightning
Through the mirrors of reality â Iâve seen the hatred of the
human being â and it was cruel â it was horrid â all these
corpses and I smelled their decay â no church to help no
priests were there to pray â for their souls â the world
was lost â because we had forgotten our roots â we had
forgotten why we live and now I turn back from the fictive â
anxious.