Why must we change it all,
If perfection is so near?
Why is it all a blur,
If everything's so clear?
Why do we dry our eyes,
If all we have is tears?
Why must we break our hearts,
To break us free of fear?

Why should we see another sunrise,
If at night we sin?
Why should we feel another raindrop,
If at summer we gave to whims?
Why should we hear another note,
If all we can do is hurt?
Why should we taste the sweet ambrosia,
If we won't ever learn?
How can we smell another flower,
If all we do is just destroy?
All in all we are just cowards,
So easily give up to joy,
All we ever want is power,
We never fight for hope.
What can be expected of tomorrow,
If today remains unknown?
The pitch black future brings only sorrow,
And the unreachable redemption of our souls.