Just like a fairy tale of fate,
Upholds in the scary society,
Digging the fantasy of reality,
Ejected by ruthless traditions.
Choices smile on the divided hearts,
Hiding the wishes of the mind,
Upon the altar of one\'s belief,
Knowing fully well of its deceit,
Wishes are not horses,
Up and down, the heart races,
Echoes of hard times,
Mob and rob the struggling hands,
Evoking and revoking the kindred spirits,
Knocking in and out of a wishful heart,
Acknowledging the sacrifices of the forefathers.
Moving out of the dungeon of cruel traditions,
Upholding the sanctity of the New religion,
Opening the mystery of His death,
Nullification of sinful sacrifices of traditions,
Edification of the spirit man,
Knifing the shackles of demonic altars,
Emulating the fruits of the spirit.