Late in the afternoon,
The Sun blazed fiery,
I was strolling along the harbor,
Where a man stopped me,

My eyes watery, my mind at ease
Where do you go young man?
"...", the young man says nothing
I have no reason to speak,
For the world is unclean,
Where men, **** other men,
For the strangest reasons,

I knew this old man had seen it,
A time where compassion was heeded,
And people laugh with people,
And not at them.
A face will never lie,
And his, was plain but battered.
That wrinkled face, those pale black eyes,
They've seen a lot.

I carried on my way,
Armed with ideology,
And a will of a thousand men,
No worlds rest on my shoulder anymore,
For the world is weightless for me now,
When i knew hatred took it over,
I knew i had to do something.

I weep, for the lack of understanding,
It is not only us that are around,
Even the rocks are living,
And trees can feel emotions
Is it so crazy to believe this?