I believe in the imagination
As the world of materials keeps us blurred
So we may be to open creation
It’s the flutter of a dying songbird
Who people trade their soul
As the children become alone
And we’ll reach to what destiny?
If you cannot see beyond the well known
This crawling of devastation
To the home we have only one
The human condition is no standing ovation
The folly is an hour but your own
To be the desire you see
You as this human
Different is the open key
As you stand tall to reach