Of pain and silence, of the death of essence
Society has such cruel methods
Of stifling rules, the burden of mules
Our culture is making robots of its citizens.
Our rulers are slaves, war and oppression raves
When can we rise to our soul’s true calling?
When social conventions keep us in truth that is incomplete
Any genuine truth that’s spoken is bound to defeat.
We need visionaries to get ready , to battle against the many
Who think like serious fools and yet live like broken tools
Let’s rise to the occasion, respond to our true mission
And live our soul’s true passions.
