Souls crying for distance
Arms around knees
Ignorantly living in fantasy
Sitting in their terrible pain
Suffering in misery
Cheerful about everything
Shivering in knowing
They are disappearing
Since human beings
Have sung their first sad song
Hoping to develop an idea
Although it crawled into the ground
Growing roots into the minds
And the good was born
Like a parasitical worm
And slowly it has eaten
The sprout of freedom
Breaking down proposition
Forgetting the past
Not knowing the future
But trusting the present
Growing roots into the minds
And the good was born
Like a parasitical worm
And slowly it has eaten
The sprout of freedom