A Sharp Revolution

Dreams, faith, hope,... shifting the great frontiers!

Then greed, fights, wars,... leaving a trail of tears!

With the turn of the tides.

We repeat what we once left behind

Like a rat in a wheel, running for progress,

moving on, in the cage of the blind.

While the walls are retaining the backdrops we painted,

We struggle hard to be part of the change.

How far can we go 'till we see

We are trapped by our own history.

From the age of the empires and conquering the earth,

to the sad days of decay, for all it was worth.

We've seen it all.

Still the world keeps on turning, when the circle is round.

When hearing the call, raise high the grail!

Your appointment with history was there, go tell your tale!

Once we all will come of age

Still, we fail to turn the page

In the age of the mind,

we may grandly reach other worlds.

But the fear we all face leads to division,

And the quest for whose flag still unfurls.

Could the true promised land be no country to conquer,

but a pursuit of values that man still holds dear?

How long will it take 'till we find,

this human inside our kind.

What the winners through centuries did try to conceal,

the blood in our own veins is pleased to reveal

The next move is on

When science defeated our view on the tale.

Wake up to the cry of silent names,

To the ones who were damned and forgotten, retained in chains

Once we all will come of age

Hope someday we'll turn the page