I woke up as one of the many
dusting daily at the lowest floor,
I can read only one book forever
and words are written in gray in this Bible of mine,
the Preacher asked me to rise
stairways are open for steps to take
decisions are heavy anchors in the back,
fear is pouring onto me from a great cup
each moment is closer to regret
hopes are fading like shadows of an axe
and I try to start a fire
to let it burn the world from within…

High hopes are built in stone
none the other shall ever give the tone,
silver and gold, every piece is getting old
and swallowed by the Sea I’m drunk
and in the darkness I first start to see,
I walk towards the sky and do believe
pages rise from ashes like a Phoenix
telling stories I’d never dared to seed
and in the mirror I can see His deeds;
rise and shine my child
let the wind caress the temples I have built
hopes and dreams shall turn the world…