Knock knock knock the daily alarm rang rang rang
wake up and look at your life
maybe it'd feel like you are facing up to a broken mirror,
wandering in an endless desert of sharp despair and pointed distress

Maybe you, they and i should see into our hearts
and travel throughout our souls
maybe we should climb the stairs of love
maybe we should destroy the walls of hate,
bringing bridges together as if it was an invisible string between the poor and the rich,
between the young and the old,
between the sky and the ground,
between the stars and all the orphans' cries

How many times would we fall down before we stand up?
how many times would we sleep with no regets?
and how many times would we wake up with a smile in our faces?