When a grandfather clock is ticking;
I visualize myself,
Walking over a violet grass,
And blessing every single flower,
For opening its petals to a new sunshine;
I just have written a prophecy,
In which every God can take any human\'s form
To sow seeds in every flat field,
In order to awake every soul\'s fate;
I\'m climbing over a black wall,
In which Hieroglyphics express Desire,
To start a new life,
Because everyone hates to be known as ignorant;
Men are so slothful to realize,
A ladder is made to go upwards,
But not to jump off the roof;
When clouds get gray;
The rain will be coming down,
So building castles in the air,
Defines,
How willing,
We believe in ourselves;
As well as how able,
We walk our own path,
To our promised land.