The fight

 Those are crucial moments 

 When the intensity rises 

 When you don’t know 

 If tomorrow dies 

 Or you rise 

 

 I can see myself calling for shelter 

 I can see myself greeting the new morning 

 I know we might lose it all 

 Or win this last battle 

 

 I wish, so siege is the only option 

 Because losing the fight 

 Is not solving the problem 

 

 I always fantasised about oh so many mornings 

 About oh so many longings 

 You might see me as one of many 

 And we are strong enough to conquer 

 The hearts of the psychopaths 

 The hearts of those old people 

 

 I am not saying this was foreseen 

 There simply is no other way 

 And to renew this world 

 There is no alternative  

 Than to paint it all in colourful colours 

 To see each and every detail 

 Through the lens of our knowledge 

 Of our wisdom 

 Of our hearts 

 We are far too many  

To lose this fight