behind the line read the sign
who is the wiser than the man
who controls all the lives
of the many who walk the land

should the less become the more
as the victims of justices sword
inbetween the lies and words
of the rulers who cast their scorn

let the child be free echos the call
unchained from the deceit of the fall
that turns and twists in riddles mist
of desire that quenches its endless thirst

Passion be for the passion to live
without paying for others sins
and walk the land without fear
to live and be by ones own will

so look to the mirror to see the self
that smiles back on its own doubt
behind the eyes should noone hide
from the riddle of their own life

lets the truth cast its own shadow
directed by the light of fates travel
between the day and nights torment
is the reason for our endearment