There is no more time to look for the lost ambitions,
Seeming that we lost its translation in culture traditions.
The imagination that wasn’t translucent became the vision,
That stood the time that our minds drove the feeling of our condition.
Somewhere within the evolution of mankind a miracle appeared,
The truth confused our inner soul to believe that there is something to be feared.
Our path became distorted as we walked in the shame we had created,
As we slept in the sins of our passions as though our brains had been sedated.
There is no time for us to weep for the things that we can not change anymore,
Because the burning flame has already caused the damage that reached the core.
Inside the lining of the flesh is the real pain that we must bare as we seek to live,
But there are consequences to pay if we have not learned a willingness to give.
Forgiveness is the price we must share together as we walk the earth in peace,
And the poor need to be equals in a society that lives on the oil and the grease.
Lets hold hands as a sign of good relations instead of fighting wars of destruction,
Before we continue to kill ourselves as a means of making life just a deduction.