Is it life and love a true sacrifice?
Or is it just the flow that makes us free?
Is the way to be real and don’t doubt
Not to perish and live as one
To choose the real quest
To do what´s right and not what´s easy
To let it come and see beyond
To embrace and to let it grow
The real sacrifice is
To never let it in
To dwell into believing
That it doesn’t exist
At the step of faith it lies
If you can’t see it
Or never feel it around
It shan´t come forth
So what a sacrifice indeed
Is to let yourself to love and feel
There is no quest so great
That the one to find yourself