Choose life, and the world will fade into insignificance. Choose the world, and life itself will slip away.

  Yes, yes, I have seen people changing, Even the hardest stones melting, rearranging. Promises here are but the signs of the weather, Yes, yes, I have seen my own blood boil together. Those once so close, now distant, far away, For whom I prayed in my solitude each day. Yes, yes, I have seen myself falling apart, My very being burning deep in the heart. Eyes of honor, yet a conscience shattered, A face glowing bright, though by deceit battered. Yes, yes, I have seen moths consumed in flame, And mighty mountains slipping, losing their name. Now we survive on strangers’ trust alone, Breathing the last as if life’s already gone. Yes, yes, I have seen fate turning its side, The humble of earth in sudden pride. Whose name will inherit love’s final decree? Whoever it is must bear punishment’s plea. Yes, yes, I have seen soul torn from skin, And my conscience striving to rise again within. And those drowned only in worldly desire, Their purpose in life is empty, entire....

  In this world, every heart is stained with blood and endless scars, Pens lie abandoned… every trembling hand now reaches for the sword of wars. No trace remains of faith, of truth, of honesty once pure, Yet every tongue here swears loyalty—lies they dress as oaths so sure. Beasts now hide inside the fragile skin of humankind, And helpless birds—once free with hope—have left these hearts behind. What tale can I narrate of man, of love, of humanity’s name, When every mind has turned to monsters, proud and unashamed. The throne belongs to tyrants—thirsting only for bloodshed and despair, Justice stands abandoned, blind—its guardians lost, unaware. Still, we stand with chests unshaken, facing bullets with our breath, Blood may spill upon the earth… but we shall never bow to death. One day we’ll raise the torch of freedom—burning fierce and bright, And politicians will watch in fear as truth sets the world alight. Mothers, sisters, every soul will sing the anthem ...

  Let there be no trace, no shadow, no whisper of hatred in mankind’s name, Let every chain be shattered, and roses bloom where thorns once laid their claim. Freedom shall become every heart’s right, when tyranny’s breath is finally gone, Mountains will turn to meadows then… and no volcano of grief will ever dawn. We shall face all storms that rise, for courage will lift us high above, Even if fury fills the world, may not a single soul be harmed—just wrapped in love. If trust should ever break someday, let sorrow not consume our flame, For hope will still survive the night, and not one faithless heart remain. Those empires and those rulers who today drown in pride and reign, Their arrogance will fall to dust… and heaven will rise from earth again. In this barren land of ours, may colors bloom in every place, May angels walk beside us all— and may no demon show his face.