What if this world, this Earth
Was about to break?
What would we do?
How could we manage to show ourselves
As tomorrow'd never exist?
What good are we making out of Wars?
Was there a reason to so many blood sheds?
What could grow into our minds like that,
How'd the man turn himself into monster
As time just expires?
Did life make sense once,
In the lifetime of the stupid mankind?
Who has shown us we made a difference?
Where is all the progress we all long?!
When shall us close our eyes and smile?
The wisdom of an old man, the quickness of a young mind,
It simply makes no sense.
We just learn not to listen and talk to that oracle.
From that, we see that we're learning not to get experience,
But if all that experience once fades, our cries show their value
And how we were stupid not to talk and listen.
Else the quickness just expires and turns into wisdom, expiring too.
We can see the beauty of a new life and be impressed by its interest
In just everything.
And yet, let all that old interest just go away and turn to dust.
Enviado por Pancho em 06/12/2005
Código do texto: T81835