When Silence speaks out

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.